Like Santa Claus. You adults pretend he doesn’t exist, but we know that he really does.
I know because I was also broken as a child and forced to become a wicked conniving selfish manipulating monster in order to protect the fragile love-hungry girl who would have been destroyed by the life I had to lead.
it made him want to sing hymns he’d never even heard before
Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about oneself.
He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn’t think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn’t find such a place in himself. He was afraid, and fear made him serious.
You’re not crazy. You’re not evil. But you can’t stop.
You’re like, both like, Alexander the Great.’
We can’t both be Alexander.’
Well sometimes I think you’re two side of the same coin, and I’m the metal in between.
When it comes down to it, though, the real decision is inevitable: If one of us has to be destroyed, let’s make damn sure we’re the ones alive at the end.
Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.
Anything can become a children’s book if you give it to a child…Children are actually the best (and worst) audience for literature because they have no patience with pretence.