{"quotes":[{"text":"And were you punished? No. Why? Because you were rich.'Money and talent aren't the same thing.'That’s because you can inherit money that was earned by your ancestors,' said Sister Carlotta. 'And everybody recognizes the value of money, while only select groups recognize the value of talent.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["2000","bean","money","privilege","sister-carlotta","talent"],"id":12809,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"And then he thought: Is this how idiots rationalize their stupidity to themselves?","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["bean","stupidity"],"id":57410,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives.Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like that Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did.The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God.I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["achilles-de-flandres","bean","forgiveness","god","jesus","metaphor","murder","poke","survival"],"id":104611,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"O my son Absalom,' Bean said softly, knowing for the first time the kind of anguish that could tear such words from a man’s mouth. 'my son, my son Absalom. Would God I could die for thee, O Absalom, my son. My sons!","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["bean","bible","compassion"],"id":161287,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"It is my trade,' he said. 'I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans, mostly from thirst. They shrivel and die, they go blind in their one black eye, and I put them in one of these tiny coffins. Beans, you know, are beautifully shaped, like a new church, like modern architecture, like a planned city.","author":"Janet Frame","tags":["architecture","bean","beans","church","city","coffin","coffins"],"id":187951,"author_id":"Janet+Frame"},{"text":"Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["bean","death-and-dying","life-and-living","sister-carlotta"],"id":224255,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"I would carry some of it if I could, Bean said silently. Like I did today, you can turn it over to me and I’ll do it, if I can. You don’t have to do this alone.Only even as he thought this, Bean knew it wasn’t true. If it could be done, Ender was the one who would have to do it. All those months when Bean refused to see Ender, hid from him, it was because he couldn’t bear to face the fact that Ender was what Bean only wished to be — the kind of person on whom you could put all your hopes, who could carry all your fears, and he would not let you down, would not betray you.I want to be the kind of boy you are, thought Bean. But I don’t want to go through what you’ve been through to get there.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["admiration","bean","friendship","trust"],"id":232426,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"Aw, Poke, you poor, kind, decent, stupid girl. You saved me and I let you down.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["bean","poke","regret"],"id":240111,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"How much time? Not as much as I had yesterday.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["2005","bean","tempus-fugit","time"],"id":260595,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"},{"text":"The Buggers have finally, finally learned that we humans value each and every individual human life... But they've learned this lesson just in time for it to be hopelessly wrong—for we humans do, when the cause is sufficient, spend our own lives. We throw ourselves onto the grenade to save our buddies in the foxhole. We rise out of the trenches and charge the entrenched enemy and die like maggots under a blowtorch. We strap bombs on our bodies and blow ourselves up in the midst of our enemies. We are, when the cause is sufficient, insane.","author":"Orson Scott Card","tags":["bean","buggers","human-nature","sacrifice","value-of-life"],"id":284450,"author_id":"Orson+Scott+Card"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":17,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}