Rumors are the sauce of a dry life.

Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.

What am I now, Alai?" "Still good." "At what?" "At--anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe." "I don't want to go to the end of the universe." "So where do you want to go? They'll follow you." I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is.

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.

I think you don't grow up until you stop worrying about other people's purposes or lack of them and find the purposes you believe in for yourself.

Ulysses, obviously. It was an elaborate prank, and our supposed intellectual elite continue to fall for it.

The only teacher that's worth anything to you is your enemy.