Quotes from Orson Scott Card

looking down at the Chinese officer who was trying to gather his entrails with his hands. Suriyawong had the irrational thought that the man ought really to wash his organs before jamming them back into his abdomen. It was so unsanitary.

I didn't want to see you. They told me. I was afraid that I'd still love you. I hoped that you would. My fear, your wish- both granted.

You're a strange kind of boy," said Achilles. "I was not tested for normality before I was entrusted with this mission," said Suriyawong. "But I have no doubt that I would fail such a test.

Rigorous extrapolation, a gosh-wow love of gadgets, and mystical adventures in strange and mysterious places; every major stream in speculative fiction today can be traced back to authors who were writing before the publishing categories existed. From among the readers in the twenties and thirties who loved any or all of these authors arose the first generation of science fiction writers, who knew themselves to be continuing in a trail that had been blazed by giants.

Cuando conoces de verdad a alguien, no puedes odiarle. Tal vez sea que no puedes conocer a nadie de verdad hasta que dejas de odiar.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.

You make her sound—what?—mentally deficient?" "Yes. She was incapable of holding on to malice. A serious defect.

You must be good company for yourself. Not me. My memories. Maybe that's who you are, what you remember.

Names come and go. They get attached to you, and then you lose them, and they get attached to someone else.

Zwyczajne dziecko zgin??oby dzisiaj. Tego wymaga?y prawa natury. Ale kto? albo co? chroni?o ch?opca i prawo natury zosta?o z?amane.

What we've done is make the categories of science fiction and fantasy larger, freer, and more inclusive than any other genre of contemporary literature. We have room for everybody, and we are extraordinarily open to genuine experimentation.

From now on, as far as you're concerned, Dink Meeker is God.' 'Then who are you?' 'The personnel officer who hired God.

It only works because of what's between you, that's real, that's what matters. Billions of those connections between human beings. That's what you're fighting to keep alive.

If you can't do it twice, you can't do it at all.

He was cold and tired, but he ignored the cold. Around him stars shone. Some bright, some dim, the most constant things in life. Segundo smiled up at them, happy at least to be dying among friends.

It's laugh or cry, said Rigg. Cry then. Give the old man his due.

Thus I began to realize that, as it is, Ender's Game disturbs some people because it challenges their assumptions about reality. In fact, the novel's very clarity may make it more challenging, simply because the story's vision of the world is so relentlessly plain. It was important to her, and to others, to believe that children don't actually think or speak the way the children in Ender's Game think and speak.

Everything we do means something.

The novelty and freshness you'll bring to the field won't come from the new ideas you think up. Truly new ideas are rare, and usually turn out to be variations on old themes anyway. No, your freshness will come from the way you think, from the person you are; it will inevitably show up in your writing, provided you don't mask it with heavy-handed formulas or clichés.

Linkeree does what he likes. He likes to be alone and think his own thoughts. No one is hurt by it.» Sara said, «Jason said that we are one people. Linkeree is saying he does not want to be part of us, and if he is not part of us then we are all less than we were.» They were both very wise. It would be so much easier for Kapock if they had only agreed with each other.

Everything was a test. Or a lesson. Or a punishment from which he was supposed to learn a lesson, on which he would be tested later, and punished if he hadn't learned it.

Illness or adultery, Alvin figured ignorance worked about as well in both cases. Not knowing just meant it was going to get worse.

The prospect of sharing the rest of their lives held no dread for them. . . every word and movement between them carried their history and their future like background movement, shaping each moment even when they weren't aware of it.

I sold my brother," Valentine said, "and they paid me for it.