If there was one weapon he had against these savages, it was not acknowledging their existence.

Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.

Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?

It's too late. Seventeen-year-olds don't need fathers. Oh god. I'm thirty-four years old and I need a father. I can't even begin to think what my daughter needs.

I'll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think for myself...I'll run to be emancipated.

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

This is war," he say quietly. "Well thank God you're dressed for it, Griggs.