Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die?

She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.

I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?