Ender didn't like fighting. He didn't like Peter's kind, the strong against the weak, and he didn't like his own kind either, the smart against the stupid.

It's the teachers, they're the enemy. They get us to fight each other, to hate each other.

The funny thing was, you see, that Mike Fink didn't think of himself as a murderer. He thought of life as a contest, and dying was what happened to those who came out second best, but it wasn't the same as murder, it was a fair fight.

The society whose citizens are willing to stand and fight is the one with the best chance of surviving long enough for history to even notice.

It was just him and me. He fought with honor. If it weren't for his honor, he and the others would have beaten me together. They might have killed me, then. His sense of honor saved my life. I didn't fight with honor . . . I fought to win.

I have to win this now, and for all time, or I’ll fight it every day and it will get worse and worse.