“No one ever complained about a fat brain. No one ever accused their brain of being too short or too tall, too wide or too narrow. Or ugly. It either worked or it didn't, and mine worked just fine.”
“Everybody wants to be someone else," he says "Do you blame them?" he asks.”
“Would you like to be young again? Play any kind of sport you used to? All day long, with no soreness the next day?""Who Wouldn't?”
“Take your pick. Be Somebody ... else.”
“This is so ..." I can't find the word."Wonderful? Amazing?" the Ender nurse offers."Bizarre," I say as I watch the lips of the Starter move in the mirror.”
“But I've got a gun," she said, twirling it on two fingers."A gun with bullets is worse than no gun at all.”