Sickness and healing are in every heart; death and deliverance in every hand.
We’re like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day.
If you lay a hand on me I’ll ram your testicles so far up inside your abdomen it’ll take a heart surgeon to get them out.
It is the downfall of evil, that it never sees far enough ahead.
Sometimes you have to trust people enough to let them succeed and love them enough to let them fail.
Evil people naturally assume that you will use that power exactly as they would use it.
There’s a sort of rage a man feels when he’s been deceived where he most trusted. It compares to no other anger.
He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.
I don’t freeze up because it isn’t my battle. I’m helping. I’m watching. But I’m free. Because it’s Ender’s game.
One mind can think only of its own questions; it rarely surprises itself.
I’m right here. This is who I really am. I’m not pretending.
One judge is coughing his life out into bloody handkerchiefs and the other is burying his wife, and you think this is how God answers your prayers?
Human beings do metamorphose. They change their identity constantly. However, each new identity thrives on the delusion that it was always in possession of the body it has just conquered.
If it isn’t a wonderful story first, who cares how “important” it is?
You take a step, then another. That’s the journey. But to take a step with your eyes open is not a journey at all, it’s a remaking of your own mind.
If he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn’t good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him?
Before we are citizens, we are children, and it is as children that we come to understand freedom and authority, liberty and duty.
Once you duct-tape a Ziploc bag to a man’s chest, there’s no going back.
When have you ever seen someone who had no doubts who was also correct about anything?