Speaker for the Dead (Ender Quintet Book 2)

by Orson Scott Card

I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.

For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

“Ah, Miro, I’m glad he wasn’t your father. Because then I’d be your sister, and I could never hope to have you for myself.”

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

When you really know somebody, you can’t hate them.” “Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.”

“As long as you keep getting born, it’s all right to die sometimes.”