What had been lost was found again. And those who had been hungry without knowing the name of their hunger… — Orson Scott Card

I have been a slave. But at least in all that time I knew my own heart. I knew what I truly thought even as I did what they wanted, whatever it took to get what I wanted from them.

He chose this world as his home, not just because there was a family that needed him, but also because in this place he did not have to be entirely a member of the human race... He could be part of something larger than mere humanity.

I have a sense of comfortableness in love; it isn't grand sweeping passions that I expected to feel.