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.

Just because a man is a homicidal maniac doesn't make him wrong.

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

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

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

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.

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.