“Only the mother tree remained in the middle of the clearing, bathed in light, heavy with fruit, festooned with blossoms, a perpetual celebrant of the ancient mystery of life.” — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blossom, trees; ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them,… — 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
