But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

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.

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

The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.