We repeat the shout of the Universe. You and I blend together. You are one word and I am another.
Naked Morsels: Short Stories of Spiritual EroticaI steal," Winkle said, with a smile that said I’m joking and a glint in his eye that said I’m not.
Maps in a Mirror: The Short Fiction of Orson Scott CardThe memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.
Maps in a Mirror: The Short Fiction of Orson Scott CardThey made a science out of people?" she said. "What a crazy science that must be." --"Mr. Z
While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction