The monster behind the wall stirred. I'd come to think of it as a monster, but it was just me. Or the darker part of me, at least. You probably think it would be creepy to have a real monster hiding inside of you, but trust me - it's far, far worse when the monster is really just your own mind. Calling it a monster seemed to distance it a little, which made me feel better about it. Not much better, but I take what I can get.

I'm a good person," I said, "because I know what good people are supposed to act like, and I copy them.

It's like . . . time is flowing backward. We're caveman archeologists in the ruins of the future.

I simply felt alone, one leaf sitting miles away from a giant, communal pile.

Well, thanks for not shooting anyone, I guess", said Marcus. "My contribution was to somehow refrain from peeing myself. You can thank me later.

Freedom is a responsibility to be earned, not a license for recklessness and anarchy. If someday, despite our strongest efforts and our deepest determination, we finally fall, let it be because our enemies finally beat us, not because we beat ourselves.

Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.