In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

I'm here because they've killed almost all of us, but not all of us. And that's their mistake, son. That's the flaw in their plan. Because if you don't kill all of us at once, whoever's left are not going to be the weak ones. The strong ones- and only the strong ones- will survive. The bent but unbroken, if you know what I mean. People like me. And people like you.