“Sometimes at night when the moon is almost full and my hands go numb from writing, I cleanse myself of her poisoned love. I welcome the water, the inevitability of death and embrace the long painfu...”

“We make our own music. We paint our own future.”

“I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.”

“I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.”

“And like my comrades, I too have tasted the bittersweet assurance that I would be okay with myself. And like so many others out there, I have given that dream away to the wind and its power over th...”

“I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.”

“I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.”

“Experience declares that man is the only animal which devours his own kind; for I can apply no milder term to the governments of Europe, and to the general prey of the rich on the poor.”

“Moral philosophers say things like, What is actually wrong with cannibalism? There are two ways of responding to that: one is to shrink back in horror and say, Cannibalism! Cannibalism! We cant tal...”

“The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart”

“Its something of a clich, at least among war correspondents, that war makes people unusually horny; what it actually does is make you want to touch as much flesh as you can get your hands on.”

“People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?”

“When we look up at the sky, we are trying to find the way back to ourselves”

“Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.”

“Your sky is full of stars and my arms too short to reach a piece to call my own”