You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.
It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!
How would you rather die?" she snapped. "Hiding under your bed or riding Thunder Mountain?
It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.
We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.
Is this how humanity waves good-bye? Hell no.
When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.
Time for the world to end.
I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise ...
Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.
Books? They're heavy and take up room in my already bulging backpack. But I have a thing about books.
And it occurs to me that there’s no real difference between us, the living and the dead; it’s just a matter of tense: past-dead and future-dead
We're all dead...Some of us are just a little further along than others.
It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.
This place can't be heaven, it doesn't have the right vibe.
You’re the mayfly,' he murmurs. And then Evan Walker kisses me. Holding my hand across his chest, his other hand sliding across my neck, his touch feathery soft, sending a shiver that travels down my spine into my legs, which are having a hard time...
It's hopeless. And it's stupid. It's suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they can't know what you feel.
If the enemy looks just like you, how do you fight him?
