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

I'm not scared anymore, I just ... I don't know. I think it's because I saw someone else, someone behind your face, like you'd taken off a mask. It was still you, but it wasn't. And I don't think that person is going to hurt me, or Marci, or anybody else, but ... I guess the thing is that I don't know anything about that person. At all. And that's what scares me more than anything - that there could be two people, so different, and one of them so secret.

I'd rather know how you feel than hope and wonder and delude myself for weeks on end.

If you want to survive in this world, you need to stop asking why people work together, and just start working together.

I'd like to think humans have a stronger sense of justice than the random forces of nature do.

You don't get a life until you make one worth living.

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.