Science Fiction Has Rivets, Fantasy Has Trees.

Yesterday Someone Sent A Message That Was Signed God! Bernard Said. Really? Dap Said. I Didn't Know He Was Signed Onto The System

At Last He Came To A Door, With These Words In Glowing Emeralds: The End Of The World He Did Not Hesitate. He Opened The Door And Stepped Through.

The Seed Of Doubt Was There, And It Stayed, And Every Now And Then Sent Out A Little Root. It Changed Everything, To Have That Seed Growing. It Made Ender Listen More Carefully To What People Meant, Instead Of What They Said. It Made Him Wise.

It Has Been My Experience That The Better A Man You Are, The More Folks There Are Who Resent You For It, And Find Occasion To Get Angry At You No Matter How Kindly Meant Your Deeds May Be.

Isn’t That What It Means To Be Civilized? That You Can Wait To Get What You Want?