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.

The univers is statistically more likely to be ironic than not.

Love is random; fear is inevitable.

I've had your tears with mine, and you've had mine with yours. I think that's more intimate even than a kiss.

If only we were wiser or better people, perhaps the gods would explain to us the mad, unbearable things they do.

He’d undone all he could. You can be sorry, and you can be forgiven, but you can’t call back the futures that your bad decisions lost

This is how humans are: We question all our beliefs, except for the ones that we really believe in, and those we never think to question.