Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

Human beings are free except when humanity needs them. Maybe humanity needs you. To do something. Maybe humanity needs me—to find out what you're good for. We might both do despicable things, Ender, but if humankind survives, then we were good tools.

His vices were the vices of his time and culture, but his virtues transcended the milieu of his life.

That night Demosthenes published a scathing denunciation of the population limitation laws. People should be allowed to have as many children as they like, and the surplus population should be sent to other worlds, to spread mankind so far across the galaxy that no disaster, no invasion could ever threaten the human race with annihilation. "The most noble title any child can have," Demosthenes wrote, "is Third.

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

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?