All persons are contained within a single individual, just as all time is in a moment, and the entire universe is in a grain of sand.

What he remembers with perfect clarity is sitting on a train headed for Madrid, feeling the sort of happiness he imagines spirits might feel, freed of their earthly bodies but still possessed of their essential selves.

There are many elder sons and elder daughters who are lost while still at home.

We spend our lives guessing at what's going on inside everybody else, and when we happen to get lucky and guess right, we think we 'understand.' Such nonsense. Even a monkey at a computer will type a word every now and then.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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