And you, whiner, who wastes your time Dawdling over the remorseless earth, What evil, what unspeakable crime Have you made your life worth?

in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.

And I realized that maybe none of us ever gets to choose our lives. Our only choice is to live the life that comes to us, or go down into darkness.

I've been accused of humanizing the Nazis, to which I can only say, you can't blame me for that. God did that. Go talk to him. It's a strange thing for an atheist to say.

I taught myself to name my name, To bark back, loosen love and crying; To ease my woman so she came, To ease an old man who was dying.

The sleek, expensive girls I teach, Younger and pinker every year, Bloom gradually out of reach.

The sweet reward for preparation often does not come in the youthful twenties or staid thirties. It arrives - with accrued interest - in the mature years.

Southerners have been known to stay over the Fourth and not get home before Thanksgiving. Some oldtimers take in overnight guests and keep them through three generations.

You must call up every strength you own And you can rip off the whole facial mask.

I have not learned how often I Can win, can love, but choose to die.

Hope is possible, when you decide to believe that what you are hoping for is possible.

No matter how much experience you have, there’s always something new you can learn and room for improvement.

Sadness is not out there. It's inside you. Sadness is often a misperception and false interpretation of a situation.

I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. I'm just going to lay it down now. It's my time to die, and it's your time to live. Don't mess it up.

It is easy to make plans in this world

I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it's due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often.

The food we ate was Indian, and both my mother and father were very deep into the ancient philosophy of India, so it could well have been an Indian household.

Evangelism is selling a dream.

My whole journey has been about self-acceptance.

I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.

I tell kids that people will let them down and people will hurt them. But Jesus Christ will never let them down and never hurt them.