Ninth graders with machine guns: its hard to make that a happy story.

Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.

You like blue eyes, huh?" "Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.

Man, don't ever be sorry you don't want to kill someone.

That's your solution? Have a cookie?' Astrid asked. 'No, my solution is to run down to the beach and hide out until this is all over,' Sam said. 'But a cookie never hurts.

And yes, we do have some food. Maybe you'd like to join us? Unless you want to stick with your sheep sushi.

You'll never have complete control, Caine. This world is changing all the time. Animals. People. Who knows what's next? We didn't' make this world, we're just the poor fools who are living in it.