Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.

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

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.

We are slaves, all of us...Some are slaves to fear. Others are slaves to reason—or base desire. It is our lot to be slaves...and the question must be to what shall we owe our indenture? Will it be to truth or to falsehood, hope or despair, light or darkness? I choose to serve the light, even though that bondage often lies in darkness.

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