How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.

I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. "A shark who dreamed he was a man.

You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

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

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.