It&#39;s taken folk a while to come around, hasn&#39;t it? Even the boys in the band weren&#39;t too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.

I seek to do this through my work: to share my love. Love is also a mysterious thing: the more we share it, the more it multiplies.

I think I’m in love,” she said. He clapped a bag over his mouth and threw up.

Why should I worry about uncreating so much of human history? Why should I care that it will be worse than forgotten, that it will be unknown? Why should that seem to be a crime, when all of human history is an eyeblink compared to the billions of years the stars have shone?

Written By Orson Scott Card

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