"We've devoted our lives to learning about them!" Miro said. Ender stopped. "Not from them."

Surely you're not saying that God had to choose between long life and intelligence for human beings! It's there in your own Bible, Carlotta. Two trees - knowledge and life. You eat of the tree of knowledge and you will surely die. You eat of the tree of life and you remain a child in the garden forever, undying.

At first he thought he felt bad because he was afraid of leading an army, but it wasn't true. He knew he'd make a good commander. He felt himself wanting to cry. He hadn't cried since the first few days of homesickness after he got here. He tried to put a name on the feeling that put a lump in his throat and made him sob silently, however much he tried to hold it down. He bit down on his hand to stop the feeling, to replace it with pain. It didn't help.

It will hurt." said Petra. "But let's make the most of what we have, and not let future pain ruin present happiness.

Welcome to the human race. Nobody controls his own life, Ender.

I listen to music constantly while writing.

Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.