He gestured toward her twisted leg. "Like you. Some don't walk good. Some be broken in other ways. Not all. But lots. Do you think it maken them quiet and nice, to be broken?

Many people will not head down the street until all the lights are green. That is why they don't go anywhere.

Yes, life always takes the side of life, and somehow the victims are blamed. But it wasn’t the best people who survived, nor did the best ones die. It was random!

Nothing that actually happens is likely until it exists, and then it’s certain. You exist.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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