Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human miseries.
Thank God for you, Ender. Thank God.
It's the middle class that feels the luxury of being able to have causes.
Don’t win loyalty, just obedience, and only while the lash is in the room.
He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.
As he thought of it, though, he could not imagine what “just living” might actually be. He had never done it in his life. But he wanted to do it anyway.