“We are the sum of all people we have ever met; you change the tribe and the tribe changes you.”

“The tribe is whatever we believe it is. If we say the tribe is all the Little Ones in the forest, and all the trees, then that is what the tribe is. Even though some of the oldest trees here came from warriors of two different tribes, fallen in battle. We become one tribe because we say we're one tribe."Ender marveled at his mind, this small raman [member of another sentient species]. How few humans were able to grasp this idea, or let it extend beyond the narrow confines of their tribe, their family, their nation.”

“None of this is ever going to change until each of us changes. The change has to come from us, and the object of that change is us. We have to change our hearts. And we have to change our minds. We have to stop thinking in terms of stereotypes and deal with people as people. We have to stop thinking in terms of narrow self-interest and begin to reclaim the idea of the common good.”

“One tribe, one tribeOne tribe, one time, one planet, one {race}Race, one love, one people, one {and}Too many things that's causing one {to}To forget about the main causeConnecting, unitingBut the evil is seen and alive in usSo our hopes are collidingAnd our peace is sinking like PoseidonBut, we know that the one {one}The evil one is threatened by the sum {sum}So he'll come and try and separate the sumBut he dumb, he didn't know we had a way to overcomeRejuvenated by the beating of the drumCome together by the cycle of the humFreedom when all become one {one}Forever”

“I realized that, sure, I was a Spokane Indian. I belonged to that tribe. But I also belonged to the tribe of American immigrants. And to the tribe of basketball players. And to the tribe of bookworms. And the tribe of cartoonists. And the tribe of chronic masturbators. And the tribe of teenage boys. And the tribe of small-town kids. And the tribe of Pacific Northwesterners. And the tribe of tortilla chips-and-salsa lovers. And the tribe of poverty. And the tribe of funeral-goers. And the tribe of beloved sons. And the tribe of boys who really missed their best friends. It was a huge realization. And that's when I knew that I was going to be okay.”

“We are enjoined to love our neighbor, not our tribe.”