Indeed, it is a kind of quintessence of pride to hate and fear even the kind and legitimate approval of those who love us! I mean, to resent it as a humiliating patronage.

Wake up, Astrid. Your psychotic criminal is playing with knives. (Sasha)

The light was only just visible - except of course that there was no one to see, no witnesses, not this time, but it was nevertheless a light.

The old tale of Sleeping Beauty might end happily in French or English, but he was in Russia, and only a fool would want to live through the Russian version of any fairy tale.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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