Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything.

Everything is endured—disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui—in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.

Almost all the joyful things of life are outside the measure of IQ tests.

I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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