When you have to kill the same terrorist twice in one week, then there's either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there's nothing wrong with my skills.

You have to keep your mind as wide-open as your eyes, because almost nothing is what it seems.

Suffering is easier to endure when shared.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

Closure isn't closure until someone's ready to close the door.

When Chong made to sit down next to her, Lilah drew her knife and stabbed the point into the earth between them. "I can see that you need some quiet time," he said and scuttled quickly away.

It's just that I'm fifteen, and I have this crazy idea I might actually have a life in front of me. I don't see how it's going to do me much good to believe that the world is over and this is just an epilogue.