The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.

It doesn't matter how many they kill," I told him. "And it's not awesome-it's wrong." "Then why do you talk about them all the time?" asked Max. "Because wrong is interesting.

The most important thing you can ever know, is that whatever your purpose is, that's not your only choice.

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

I stared at her closely, studying her face, her eyes, everything. This was the angel that tamed a demon; the soul that trapped him and held him with a power he'd never felt before. Love.

My wit is like your legs," said Xochi. " It would be selfish of me to keep it hidden.

Humanity will destroy itself, body and soul, before it will learn a simple lesson.