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Welcome to the human race. Nobody controls his own life.

Enkeltmennesker er frie, unntatt når menneskeheten trenger dem. Kanskje trenger menneskeheten deg. For å gjøre noe. Kanskje trenger menneskeheten meg - for å finne ut hva du eventuelt duger til. Kan hende må vi begge utføre noen avskyelige handlinger, Ender, men hvis det hjelper menneskeheten til å overleve, var vi gode verktøy.

It took me a long time to realize that I did, but believe me, I did. Do. And it came down to this: In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.

But this isn't how it feels to be a bugger, thought Ender. They don't wear this face like a mask, it is their face. On their home worlds, do the buggers put on human masks, and play?

"I can't do a weekly column," Valentine said. "I don't even have a monthly period yet."

Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.

"I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves."

"Human beings didn't evolve brains in order to lie around on lakes. Killing's the first thing we learned. And a good thing we did, or we'd be dead, and the tigers would own the earth."

"We have to go. I'm almost happy here."

"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."