I choose not to believe in any gods as an act of charity,” Marcus said. “Charity toward whom?” “Toward the gods. Seems rude to think they couldn’t make a world better than this,

Yet better for one of my nature to have it that way than to have life a peaceful, placid flow of quiet contentment. I must have days of rushing excitement.

particular line of business, peace had reigned for nearly a year. And peace was killing him.

Every day people judge all other people. The question is whether they judge wisely.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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