You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

It must be a hard thing to kill a man you don't know and don't hate.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.