Orson Scott Card

Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon.

If only we were wiser or better people perhaps the gods would explain the mad, unbearable things they do.

I'm all the more in need of good advice, since I can’t actually conceive of needing any.

But he did love her, with all his heart he loved her. All his heart? All of it he knew about.

I once heard a tale of a man who split himself in two. The one part never changed at all; the other grew and grew. The changeless part was always true, the growing part was always new, and I wondered, when the tale was through, which part was me, and which was you.

Would I tame this great being and make her so much my slave that every moment of her time belongs to me? Would I focus her eyes so they can see nothing but my face? I should rejoice that I am part of her, instead of resenting I'm not more of her.

Even gentle people recognize that sometimes the decision not to kill is a decision to die.

You couldn't bear to let another man leave you, so you left him first.

All our rationalities are invented to justify what we were going to do anyway before we thought of any reasons.

Love was the genes of all creatures demanding that they be replicated, replicated, replicated.

You'd think she'd learn something from that. But she still does the same thing. Making decisions that deform other people’s lives, without consulting them, without ever conceiving that perhaps they don't want her to save them from whatever supposed misery she's saving them from.

Please don't disillusion me. I haven't had breakfast yet.