It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

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

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.

I don't care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

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

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!