Quing-Jao: I am a slave to the gods, and I rejoice in it. Jane: A slave who rejoices is a slave indeed.

People above you, they never want to share power with you. Why you look to them? They give you nothing. People below you, you give them hope, you give them respect, they give you power, cause they don't think they have any, so they don't mind giving it up.

There's always hope... even when there isn't faith. And sometimes, without hope or faith, there must be charity.

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

Oh no, real life is escape. The great terrors, the horrors--we hope--of your life come from reading fiction.

As long as you keep getting born, it's alright to die some times.

He could see Bonzo's anger growing hot. Hot anger was bad. Ender's anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo's was hot, and so it used him.