Ender’s anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo’s was hot, and so it used him.

I used to be absolutely addicted to the gym and I do still love it.

Aksar rasto me dhokhe hajar milte hai 
Ek se hum nikal nhi pate 
Dusre teyar milte hai....

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

Written By Tom Stoppard

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