Quotes from Orson Scott Card

There was no memory of pain or fear, though. What the hive-queen felt was sadness, a sense of resignation. She had not thought these words as she saw the humans coming to kill, but it was in words that Ender understood her: The humans did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.

Cambiar al mundo es bueno para aquellos que quieren su nombre en los libros. Pero ser feliz... eso es para aquellos que escriben sus nombres en las vidas de los demás y retienen los corazones de otros como el tesoro más preciado.

The plant had likely been there for over a century, Wila knew, sprouting new petals every season and surrounding the temple with its pleasant perfume. So beautiful, she thought, and yet so resilient. Am I not stronger than a flower? She

It wasn't the soldiers who changed. It was the leader.

War gets invented every time there's somebody so hungry for domination that he can't leave peaceful nations alone.

Why am I doing this? What does this have to do with being a good commander, making one boy the target of all the others? Just because they did it to me, why should I do it to him? Ender wanted to undo his taunting of the boy, wanted to tell the others that the little one needed his help and friendship more than anything else. But of course Ender couldn't do that. Not on the first day. On the first day even his mistakes had to look like part of a brilliant plan.

People always go. Always. They always believe they can make a better life than in the old world." "What the hell, maybe they can.

Quara's need was and is so great that a person like me could be swallowed up in it a dozen times over. I had problems of my own then. Don't condemn me because I wrote her off. Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

One minute Ender is the beginning and end of the world, the best chance for a great man that I'll ever have a chance to find. The next minute, he's a gay little boy who shamed me. You judge hi according to whether or not he's useful to you.

It occurred to me then for the first time that the idea of the story is nothing compared to the importance of knowing how to find a character and a story to tell around that idea.

When changes come, we start with what we are right then, and then we work to try to become whoever we need to be.

Science fiction is not about the future. Like all other fiction, it is about the present. It simply uses different techniques to show us who we are, who we might be, and whom we ought to become.

Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn't find such a place in himself.

Insouciant heroes aren't brave or relaxed. They're just trying not to embarrass themselves in the moments before they die. She

It was a strange, exhilarating feeling to be with people who didn't want anything from you except your happiness, who were glad just to have you around.

Yes, he was alone, but he needed to be alone; until now, he had not really understood how painful and heavy it was to have the needs of others always in his heart and on his mind.

A man who embraces the voice of evil when it whispers in his ear is no less evil than the whisperer.

Everything I hated in a commander, and I'm doing it. Is it some law of human nature you inevitably become whatever your first commander was? I can quit right now, if that's so.

Perhaps that was why she was sure she had to go to Vigor Church and on to where Alvin was. Because fear told her to stay, but hope told her to go.

She paid using the prettiest credit card, and then left it with the ticket seller as a gift. Along with a minor curse—a bladder infection and diarrhea—just because she was Baba Yaga, and certain things were expected.

Two glaserlike devices connected to each other like a bola that can be placed on opposite sides of an asteroid. Like earmuffs. They operate under the same principle, but their gravity fields counter each other, so the asteroid is still ripped to shreds by tidal forces, but the gravity field doesn't grow to unstable levels. It's far more contained. The rock is still ground to powder, but nobody dies.

What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You

Most communities attempting to survive under irresistible pressure from a dominant culture develop a myth that allows them to believe they are somehow a special people. Chosen. Favored by the gods.

There are rules to everything, even if nobody made them up, even if nobody calls it a game. And if you want things to work out well, it's best to know the rules and only break them if you're playing a different game and following those rules.