Remember, The Enemy's Gate Is Down.

It's What I Was Born For, Isn't It? If I Don't Go, Why Am I Alive?

"we've Devoted Our Lives To Learning About Them!" Miro Said. Ender Stopped. "not From Them."

Please Don't Disillusion Me. I Haven't Had Breakfast Yet.

Civilisation Is Only A Pretense. In Crisis We Have Become Mere Apes Again, Forgetting The Rational Biped Of Our Pretensions And Instead Becoming The Hairy Primate At The Mouth Of The Cave, Screeching At The Enemy Wishing It Would Go Away, Fingering The Heavy Stone We Will Use The Moment It Comes Close Enough

Perhaps It's Impossible To Wear An Identity Without Becoming What You Pretend To Be.