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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c01d74e | Ender's anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo's was hot, and so it used him. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 7e00910 | I know I'm a Third, I know it, if you want I'll go away so you don't have to be embarrassed in front of everybody, I'm sorry I lost the monitor and now you have three kids and no obvious explanation, so inconvenient for you, I'm sorry sorry sorry. | parents | Orson Scott Card | |
| 5c597d7 | Peter, why do I get the idea that you are thinking of this as a golden opportunity for Peter Wiggin?" "For both of us, Val." "Peter, you're twelve years old. I'm ten. They have a word for people our age. They call us children and they treat us like mice." "But we don't think like other children, do we, Val? We don't talk like other children. And above all, we don't write like other children." "For a discussion that began with death threats,.. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 092333c | 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. | pain power | Orson Scott Card | |
| c50eab7 | Ender grinned back. "Teacher," he said. "Do you have a name?" "Mazer Rackham," said the old man." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 4b73686 | I don't care if I pass your test, I don't care if I follow your rules. If you can cheat, so can I. I won't let you beat me unfairly--I'll beat you unfairly first. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| ad2b439 | So what do we do now?" asked Alai. "The bugger war's over, and so's the war down there on Earth, and even the war here. What do we do now?" "We're kids," said Petra. "They'll probably make us go to school. It's a law. You have to go to school till you're seventeen." They all laughed at that." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| bd2c07c | Wang-mu fell silent, but not because she was embarrassed. She simply had nothing to say, and therefore said nothing. | wang-mu starship | Orson Scott Card | |
| fb02673 | the only people who ever prize purity of ignorance are those who profit from a monopoly on knowledge. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 3bd9b13 | Oh, people get used to so many things," said Vadesh, "if only they give them selves a chance." | philosophical thrill robots human-nature | Orson Scott Card | |
| b6835d1 | You can deny any sacrifice by claiming that it made the sufferer feel so good to do it that it really wasn't a sacrifice at all, but just another selfish act. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| bf9d8a1 | All the way up to the surface, Valentine struggled to make sense of what had happened. She had always thought that if only people could communicate mind-to-mind, eliminating the ambiguities of language, then understanding would be perfect and there'd be no more needless conflicts. Instead she had discovered that rather than magnifying differences between people, language might just as easily soften them, minimize them, smooth things over so.. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 66fc210 | I thought speakers didn't believe in sin," said a sullen boy. Andrew smiled. "You believe in sin, Styrka, and you do things because of that belief. So sin is real in you, and knowing you, this speaker must believe in sin." | Orson Scott Card | ||
| aaa1347 | Was that tragedy? Or was that comedy? Was there really any difference? | tragedy | Orson Scott Card | |
| 2c5c136 | Parents always make their worst mistakes with the oldest children. That's when parents know the least and care the most, so they're more likely to be wrong and also more likely to insist that they're right. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| f6ed4db | She believed that people revealed themselves most when they were vaguely anxious, and few things brought out nonspecific anxieties like being in the presence of a person who never speaks. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 5677399 | I spend all my time thinking things through. It's acting on my thoughts that gets tricky. Which ones should I act on, and which ones should I ignore? | Orson Scott Card | ||
| bef82ae | Welcome to the human race. Nobody controls his own life, Ender. The best you can do is choose to be controlled by good people, by people who love you. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| ac9008f | It was funny. The adults taking all this so seriously, and the children playing along, playing along, believing it too until suddenly the adults went too far, tried too hard, and the children could see through their game. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 53c4622 | If you could make them feel as you can make me feel, then perhaps they could forgive you. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| 8a83a53 | Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality. My wife. My friend. My lover. | Orson Scott Card | ||
| e1aed95 | Is not the light of day a wondrous thing? It banishes all fears and worries of the previous night. | Brian Jacques | ||
| 7f2c2c5 | Let me wander here forever, through the glades where once I played, Long ago in carefree seasons, mid the noontide sun and shade. I will see again before me, all those smiling friends I knew, gone alas to memory's keeping, faithful comrades good and true. Oh, those days of youth and splendour, when we dreamed of glorious war, vows were made to keep forever, and return back here once more. Then the clouds began to gather, winter came, we mar.. | Brian Jacques | ||
| 8a29206 | Songs just spring into my head. Silly, isn't it. Sometimes old Goody Stickle says that it's Mossflower singing through me. Now and then she'll say it's a sight of season the hasn't yet shone upon. -Gonff | songs singing | Brian Jacques | |
| 22d71db | Even Mongo liked him, although Mongo likes everybody. (Also Mongo was so thrilled with himsel for staying in the dog bed till I'd released him that was going to blow his mood.) | humor | Robin McKinley | |
| 31ddf0a | But it is not, as we say when we are being diplomatic, a fruitful source of inquiry. | Robin McKinley | ||
| f4556da | One has various things in the back of one's mind. Occasionally an opportunity presents itself to bring one forward. Most of these opportunities come to nothing. Once in a very great while one -- or two -- do come to something. | opportunities one-s-mind | Robin McKinley | |
| af67e18 | Yes. Isn't it ... silly ... how ... upsetting ... just thinking can be?" "It's not silly at all. The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are." | Robin McKinley | ||
| 688718f | It was blissful, spending time with someone who would leave you alone. I loved him for it. And I was happy to repay in kind. It had never occurred to me that leaving someone alone could harden into a habit that could become a barrier. | Robin McKinley | ||
| e671548 | She thought, I need no cup. I am Chalice. I am filling with the grief and hurt and fear of my demesne; the shattered earthlines weigh me down; I am brimming with the needs of my people. | identity empowerment earth-mother self-realization | Robin McKinley | |
| 8bcd335 | Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge. | loneliness strength | Robin McKinley | |
| 57755dc | At first Lissar merely ran away; away from the yellow city, away from the prince whom she loved with both halves of her broken heart. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 1b0294a | No wonder he'd never really finished becoming one of us. We just thought it was because he was half Japanese, and lived in a huge house on the other side of town with a dad who was never home and who none of our parents had ever met. And possibly because he was an arrogant moody stuck-on-himself creepazoid And here he wasn't even a real gizmohead. He was just a grind. And a werewolf. | werewolf | Robin McKinley | |
| 826ba5d | I loved every one of these people. And I couldn't take another minute of their company. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 70971b5 | Dogs are very comforting when your world has exploded. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 7d36c1d | HIs riders knew most of this, even if they did not see it with the dire clarity Corlath was forced to.... | Robin McKinley | ||
| d5bbde8 | She was ashamed. She would not--she would not--be frightened of him: he was what he was, and he had made a promise he would keep. | Robin McKinley | ||
| 27df5b6 | I'm your friend, Sunshine," he said. "Everything else is just static on the line." | Robin McKinley | ||
| 8a903d9 | Gilbert would never have dreamed of writing a sonnet to her eyebrows. But then, Gilbert could see a joke. She had once told Roy a funny story--and he had not seen the point of it. She recalled the chummy laugh she and Gilbert had had together over it, and wondered uneasily if life with a man who had no sense of humor might not be somewhat uninteresting in the long run. But who could expect a melancholy, inscrutable hero to see the humorous .. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4e0e64b | My epic," said Emily, diligently devouring plum cake, "is about a very beautiful high-born girl who was stolen away from her real parents when she was a baby and brought up in a woodcutter's hut." "One av the seven original plots in the world," murmured Father Cassidy. "What?" "Nothing. Just a bad habit av thinking aloud. Go on." "She had a lover of high degree but his family did not want him to marry her because she was only a woodcutter's.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 72752b3 | But tonight is a gusty, hurrying night . . . even the clouds racing over the sky are in a hurry and the moonlight that gushes out between them is in a hurry to flood the world. | clouds nighttime sky evening night moonlight | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 71beec9 | He knew you could never teach an animal anything if you struck it, or even shouted at it angrily. He must always be gentle, and quiet, and patient, even when they made mistakes. Star | Laura Ingalls Wilder | ||
| 8da42b4 | She was never overcome by drabness or squalor. She never glamorized anything; yet she saw the loveliness in everything. | Caroline Fraser | ||
| 767c6fc | But as adults, we have come to see that her autobiographical novels were not only fictionalized but brilliantly edited, in a profound act of American myth-making and self-transformation. As unpublished manuscripts, letters, and documents have come to light, we have begun to apprehend the scope of her life, a story that needs to be fully told, in its historical context, as she lived it. That tale is different from the one she wrote. It is an.. | Caroline Fraser |