“What did this portend? He still breathed, the instruments did not change, his heart beat on. But he called to Peter. Did this mean that he longed to live the life of his child of the mind, Young Peter? Or… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive. — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
I think that most of us, anyway, read these stories that we know are not "true" because we're hungry for another kind of truth:… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“Why did he hesitate? He finally admitted to himself that he was like an American child who was almost completely certain about Santa Claus,… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“I don't know of a soul who doesn't maintain two separate lists of doctrines - the ones they believe they believe; and the ones… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“The devil?” Jason heaved the tick over his shoulder like a collier with his sack. “Satan. The adversary. The enemy of the plan of… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“What we've done is make the categories of science fiction and fantasy larger, freer, and more inclusive than any other genre of contemporary literature.… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“Ender, for the past few months you have been the battle commander of our fleets. This was the Third Invasion. There were no games,… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
Science fiction is about what could be but isn't; fantasy is about what couldn't be. — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
