Being here alone with nothing to do, I've been thinking about myself too. Trying to understand why I hate myself so badly.

“And always Ender carried with him a dry white cocoon, looking for a place where…”

“When the messenger won't tell you what the hell the message is, my trigger fing…”

“There's always moral instruction whether the writer inserts it deliberately or …”

“What else should you be? Human beings didn't evolve brains in order to lie arou…”