"It's very hard to forget anyone by drinking root beer."

--Snoopy

Fortuneteller
by Ritchie Blackmore and Roger Glover

Cast your eyes into the crystal deep inside the mystery
Is that a vision of a lonely man?
I fear it looks a lot like me
Is that a man without a woman
Whose empty life is but a shell?
Empty hearts will echo forever in the wishing well

Fortuneteller, you've got to help me to find
An end to the nightmare
'Cause I can't stand this pain and the curse of time
Somewhere in your eyes I'll find the answers
Give me the truth I've been looking for
Be my guiding light, I'll take my chances
Turn the card, seal my fate, close the door

Some days come with a vengeange, some days I feel so bad
The mirror holds no secrets -- no, I lost the best thing I had

Oh fortuneteller, can you help me to see?
Is there an end to the sorrow
Or was this slow ride to nowhere always meant to be?
Somewhere in your eyes I'll find the answers
Give me the truth I've been looking for
Be my guiding light, I'll take my chances
Turn the card, seal my fate, close the door

She was always taking more than she'd need
But we were both to blame somehow
In the heat of the moment I told her to leave
I guess I lost more than I found
But I remember, oh yeah
Help me to see, fortuneteller
Put an end to my misery
Oh, you got to help me....

"So he listened as Jane recited the facts of her life. What Jane had were statistics, but Ender was the Speaker for the Dead; his genius -- or his curse -- was his ability to conceive events as someone else saw them. It had made him a brilliant military commander, both in leading his own men -- boys, really -- and in outguessing the enemy. It also meant that from the cold facts of Novinha's life he was able to guess -- no, not guess, to know -- how her parents' death and virtual sainthood had isolated Novinha, how she had reinforced her loneliness by throwing herself into her parents' work. He knew what was behind her remarkable achievement of adult xenobiologist status years early. He also guessed what Pipo's quiet love and acceptance had meant to her, and how deep her need for Libo's friendship ran. There was no living soul on Lusitania who really knew Novinha. But in this cave in Reykjavik, on the icy world of Trondheim, Ender Wiggin knew her, and loved her, and his eyes filled with tears for her."

--Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead

"If you're happy and you know it, kill your dog."

--Robert Bowen

"In all civilized societies (and probably in many primitive ones as well), the symbols of piety, of civic virtue, or of patriotism are often prized above actual piety, civic virtue, or patriotism."

--S.I. Hayakawa, Language in Thought and Action

"Do we fear our enemies more than we love our children?"

--Bumper Sticker

My Feelings
by Li Po

Facing my wine, unaware of darkness growing,
Falling flowers cover my robes.
Drunk I rise, step on the moon in the creek --
Birds are turning back now,
Men too are growing fewer.

"No more talk! Revolution now!"

--Political Leaflet

"I get tired of losing my gun."

--Fox Mulder, The X-Files

On his starship, Ender Wiggin had no notion of the freight of other people's dreams he carried with him. It had been only days since he left Valentine weeping on the dock. To him, Syfte had no name; she was a swelling in Valentine's belly, and nothing more. He was only beginning to feel the pain of losing Valentine -- a pain she had long since gotten over. And his thoughts were far from his unknown nieces and nephews on a world of ice.

It was a lonely, tortured young girl named Novinha that he thought of, wondering what the twenty-two years of his voyage were doing to her, and whom she would have become by the time they met. For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

--Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game