What did Orson Scott Card mean by: I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. - Orson Scott Card Author · USA Copy
+ A library is the first step of a thousand journeys, portal to a thousand worlds. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Journey, Library, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Everybody dies. What matters is what you do between now and when it happens to you. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, What Matters, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Unemployment is capitalism’s way of getting you to plant a garden. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Funny, Sarcasm, Work, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Fear, Winning, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ It’s simple. Nothing exists except in relation to something else. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Relation, Simple, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Writing sessions can last an hour or sixteen hours, depending on how it’s going. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Writing, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ As long as you keep getting born, it’s alright to die some times. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Adversity, Hard Times, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
+ Science isn’t done by consensus. It’s done by rigorous testing. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Orson Scott Card, Consensus, 0 - Orson Scott Card Author · USA
Life at court does not satisfy a man, but it keeps him from being satisfied with anything else. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Is not moderation an old refrain Ringing in our ears? from which we all refrain. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
