If a pig goes upon the threshing-floor, or a field, or a garden, and the owner of the meadow, or the field, or the garden smites it so that it die, he shall give it back to its owner; but if he does not give it back, he becomes a thief.

I love you Ender. More than ever. No matter what you decide.

When have you ever seen someone who had no doubts who was also correct about anything?

Nonsense," said Graff. "Ender always has plans within plans.

The great forces of history were real, after a fashion. But when you examined them closely, those great forces always came down to the dreams and hungers and judgments of individuals.

I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.

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