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

And in more than half the pictures, she isn't looking at the camera; she's looking at him. Not the way I would look at Ben Parish, all squishy around the eyes. She looks at Evan fiercely, like, This here? It's mine

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

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

You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelangelo. I am the master builder, and you will be my masterpiece.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.