Ender stepped under the water and rinsed himself, took the sweat of combat and let it run down the drain. All gone, except they recycled it and we'll be drinking Bonzo's blood water in the morning. All the life gone out of it, but his blood just the same, his blood and my sweat, washed down in their stupidity or cruelty or whatever it was that made them let it happen.

At first he thought he felt bad because he was afraid of leading an army, but it wasn't true. He knew he'd make a good commander. He felt himself wanting to cr…

Welcome to the human race. Nobody controls his own life, Ender. The best you can do is choose to be controlled by good people, by people who love you.

... All these readers have placed themselves inside this story, not as spectators, but as participants, and so have looked at the world, not with my eyes only,…

'I shall never forget that event - a boy was brutally killed by a Cossack with his sabre.'

Our men taking part in the executions suffered more from nervous exhaustion than those who were to be shot.

His face was blue, on his fingers Flecks of green. 'This is my father', I thought.