I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it.

There was no doubt now in Ender's mind. There was no help for him. Whatever he faced, now and forever, no on ewould save him from it. Peter might be scum, but Peter had been right, always right; the power to cause pain is the only power that matters, the power to kill and destroy, because if you can't kill then you are always subject to those who can, and nothing and no one will ever save you.

We're going to make him the best military commander in history. And then put the fate of the world on his shoulders.

Ender leaned his head against the wall of the corridor and cried until the bus came. I am just like Peter. Take my monitor away, and I am just like Peter.

I am a disbeliever in the unbelievable.

We people only live on the top, like the bugs that live on the scum of the still water near the shore.