Be proud, Bonito, pretty boy. You can go home and tell your father, Yes, I beat up Ender Wiggin, who was barely ten years old, and I was thirteen. And I had only six of my friends to help me, and somehow we managed to defeat him, even though he was naked and wet and alone--Ender Wiggin is so dangerous and terrifying it was all we could do not to bring two hundred.

And if you're going to criticize me for not finishing the whole thing and tying it up in a bow for you, why, do us both a favor and write your own damn book, only have the decency to call it a romance instead of a history, because history's got no bows on it, only frayed ends of ribbons and knots that can't be untied. It ain't a pretty package, but then it's not your birthday that I know of so I'm under no obligation to give you a gift.

From all wise men, O Lord, protect us.

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

There's a sort of rage a man feels when he's been deceived where he most trusted. It compares to no other anger.

Grief,she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

I didn't want to see you." "They told me." "I was afraid that I'd still love you." "I hoped that you would.