He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.

"We've devoted our lives to learning about them!" Miro said. Ender stopped. "Not from them."

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.

nobody ever wrote to me saying"you know ender's game was a pretty good book, but you know what it really needs a n introduction!".....so be assured the novel stands on its own, and if you skip this intro and go straight to the story, i not only won't stand in your way i'll even agree with you!

From all wise men, O Lord, protect us.

To have a choice at all is to be free - even when the choice is between two terrible things.

If only we were wiser or better people, perhaps the gods would explain to us the mad, unbearable things they do.