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

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us - they were human, and so were we.

...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

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?