There was the chance that someday he would surprise her, that she would turn to face her husband and find a stranger in his place, a stranger who did… - Orson Scott Card

That's how it goes within a family. You think you know each other so well, and so you don't bother hardly getting to know each other at all.

They are beautiful monsters... And when they live in a network of peace and hope, when they trust the world and their deepest hungers are fulfilled, then within that system, that delicate web, there is joy. That is what we live for, to bind the monsters together, to murder their fear and give birth to their beauty.

You resent death. You regret death. But as for your own life, you know perfectly well that no one can threaten it at all. Death is something that happens to someone else.