What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

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

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?

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.