June$$$ July$$$ all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

They shared a doom against which virtue was no defense.

There were crimes and quarrels$$$ alongside kindness and cooperation; there were people who loved each other and people who did not; it was a human world.

Of course people couldn't help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit. So what? That never discouraged a man yet$$$ in fact it seems to goad them on.

I will remember this$$$ thought Ender$$$ when I am defeated. To keep dignity$$$ and give honor where it's due$$$ so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often.

Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along -- the same person that I am today.

If I do feel guilty$$$ I guess it's because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.

I loved her enough to forget myself$$$ my self-pitying despairs$$$ and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

No. Because I'm not a cold plate of m-m-macaroni. I'm a warm-hearted person. It's the basis of my character.

For all her chic thinness$$$ she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of health$$$ a soap-and-lemon cleanness$$$ a rough pink darkening of the cheeks.