What about the Americans?” “Eerie people. Genetically engineered to play squash and work weekends.

To the degree that I cease to persue my deepest passions, I will gradually be controlled by my deepest fears.

I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.

Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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