If the enemy looks just like you, how do you fight him?

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 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.

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.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

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.

Then the door flew open and Mr. Faulks told us to head over to the gym. I thought that was really smart. Get all of us in one place so the aliens didn't have to waste a lot of ammunition.

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.

Time for the world to end.

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

This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Listen to your conscience. You have to live with yourself for the rest of your life.

Some days you tame the tiger. And some days the tiger has you for lunch.

To be what you want to be, you must give up being what you are.

Why should he be spared?' 'Someone ought to be.' And it will not be me. I have survived, but I have not been spared.

I don't know if I'm striving for anything that I can put into words.

On their way to freedom, some people find riches, some people find death.

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

Let us never accept the point of view that mysteries are written by hacks. The poorest of us shed our blood over every chapter. The best of us start from scratch with every new book.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries.