Be proud, Bonito, pretty boy. You can go home and tell your father, Yes, I beat up Ender Wiggin, who was barely ten years old, and I was thirteen. And I had only six of my friends to help me, and somehow we managed to defeat him, even though he was naked and wet and alone--Ender Wiggin is so dangerous and terrifying it was all we could do not to bring two hundred.

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Madness, and then illumination.

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illumination madness

There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.

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enders-game inspirational world

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

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sarcasm work funny

The wise are not wise because they make no mistakes. They are wise because they correct their mistakes as soon as they recognize them.

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wise mistake

If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side.

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democracy pigs men

Every day people judge all other people. The question is whether they judge wisely.

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dont-judge-me judging people

The lies we live will always be confessed in the stories that we tell.

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stories lying

In order to learn, one must change one's mind.

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learning change order

We don't read novels to have an experience like life. Heck, we're living lives, complete with all the incompleteness. We turn to fiction to have an author assure us that it means something.

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live-life mean fiction

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.

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monoculture media

I taught you everything you know. But I didn't teach you everything I know.

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teach taught knows

Do the gods of different nations talk to each other?...Is there some annual get-together where they compare each other's worshippers? Mine will bow their faces to the floor and trace woodgrain lines for me, says one. Mine will sacrifice animals, says another. Mine will kill anyone who insults me, says a third. Here is the question I think of most often: "Are there any who can honestly boast, My worshippers obey my good laws, and treat each other kindly, and live simple generous lives?

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sacrifice animal thinking

She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

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pain hurt dirty

To reach out to you when I'm in need, and to try to be here for you when you need me back. And to feel such tenderness when I look at you that I want to stand between you and all the world: and yet also to lift you up and carry you above the strong currents of life; and at the same time, I would be glad to stand always like this, at a distance, watching you, the beauty of you.

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distance strong trying

Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about oneself.

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real fiction world

I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it's due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often.

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dignity honor giving

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.

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roots wise people

Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.

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enough knows today

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

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knows home enemy

If words can be lethal weapons, I must provide them with an arsenal.

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lethal-weapon arsenal weapons