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.

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.

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

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

A child has little defense against the sight of a parent laid low. Parents, like the earth beneath our feet and the sun above our heads, are immutable objects, eternal and reliable. If one should fall, who might vouch the sun itself won't fall, burning, into the sea?

Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself.

Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.