Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.

Miss Marks, you see, makes her living by...entertaining young, and not so young, sailors...or any other members of the armed forced, or civilians, who enjoy...being entertained by ladies who...entertain.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.