Come in, Bean. Come in Julian Delphiki, longed-for child of good and loving parents. Come in, kidnapped child, hostage of fate. Come and talk to the Fates, who are playing such clever little games with your life.

The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.

And then he thought: Is this how idiots rationalize their stupidity to themselves?

I also remembered that you were beautiful." "Memory does play tricks on us." "No. Your face is the same, but I don't remember what beautiful means anymore.

That's the problem with winning right from the start, thought Ender. you lose friends.

Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.

If desire did not dim the brain, nobody would ever get married, drunk, or fat. ~Val