It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

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

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.

Time for the world to end.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere.