But in the meantime I became accustomed to the writing life and it would be hard to change now - partly because of the salary cut if I went to my other love, teaching; and partly because I still have stories to tell, even though it isn't all that fun doing the work anymore.

There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.

I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.

We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.

I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.

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

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.