I see Ender in you looking out at me. You see Ender in me looking out at you. And yet not one of us is truly him; we are each our own self, all of us strangers on our own road.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

Now...different rules of magic prevail; different words have power. Different customs are now required of everyone and you have to obey or pay. And so we all live in a world where other people hold the power, where other people are the mages who know how to whisper to different social elements and make things happen. And most of us stand around bewildered, wondering what the gods will do next to manipulate our lives.

With life. Rooter says that life is how God gives purpose to the universe.

It’s there in your own Bible, Carlotta. Two trees—knowledge and life. You eat of the tree of knowledge, and you will surely die. You eat of the tree of life, and you remain a child in the garden forever, undying.

I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.

For the first time, Ender had found a living mind he could admire.

It didn't matter he was brilliant and dedicated and good. He was a child. He was young.No he isn't, thought Ender. Small, yes. Bur Bean has been through a battle with a whole army depending on him and on the soldiers that he led. and he performed splendidly, and the won. There's no youth in that. No childhood.

That's the problem with winning right from the start, thought Ender. you lose friends.