But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going
to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.
Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.
We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.
Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.
Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.
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.