Mahlia... understood Doctor Mahfouz and his blind rush into the village. He wasn't trying to change them. He wasn't trying to save anyone. He was just trying to not be part of the sickness. Mahlia had thought he was stupid for walking straight into death, but now, as she lay against the pillar, she saw it differently. She thought she'd been surviving. She thought that she'd been fighting for herself. But all she'd done was create more killing, and in the end it had all led to this moment, where they bargained with a demon ... not for their lives, but for their souls

We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your potential fully upon it.

Laws are confusing documents. They get in the way of justice.

Life is exponential. Two becomes four, becomes ten thousand, becomes a plague.

Men are loyal when you lead from the front.

The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.

When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.