You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.