Whoever invented the spork should be killed.

Looks are deceiving," Risa says. "After all, when I first saw you I thought you looked reasonably intelligent.

Heaven might shine bright, but so do flames.

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...) What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?" Who says I even got one?" For the sake of argument, let's say you do." Who says I want an argument?

The Admiral's using us," he says to the kids around him. "Don't you see that?" Most of the kids just shrug, but Hayden's there, and he never misses an opportunity to add his peculiar wisdom to a situation. "I'd rather be used whole than in pieces," Hayden says.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

...the first sign of civilization is always trash.