Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. —JELALUDDIN RUMI, 13th century

Everything we do means something, Ender realized. Them laughing. Me not laughing. He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn’t think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn’t find such a place in himself.

You are an over-excited little man, with a need for self-expression far beyond the scope of your natural gifts. This is not discreditable. Neither does it make you an artist.

Gli occhi degli altri sono le nostre prigioni, i loro pensieri le nostre gabbie.

Written By Virginia Woolf

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