"Clear-cutting" was the word for what the Rusties had done to the old forests: felling every tree, killing every living thing, turning entire countries into grazing land. Whole rain forests had been consumed, reduced from millions of interlocking species to a bunch of cows eating grass, a vast web of life traded for cheap hamburgers. "Look, we're not clear-cutting. All we're doing is pulling out the garbage that the Rusties left behind,” David said. "It just takes a little surgery to do it."

I can’t imagine anything worse than being required to have fun.

I'm not the one going for a biology degree. I'm just a philosophy major who eats people.

Have a little faith in me, Volger." "I have great faith, tempered with vast annoyance.

Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace

Alek said, "Do you think I'm being a fool?" "I think you're trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.