Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

Memories can bring comfort to the old and infirm, but memories can also be implacable foes, a malicious army of temporal ghosts forever pillaging the long-sought-after peace of our twilight years.

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

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.

If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you could not face.

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

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.