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.

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.

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

We are humanity, the banner read. Wrong. We’re pale reflections of it, weak shadows, distant echoes.

What use was time to those who'd soon achieve Digital Immortality?

I think that at one moment you're apt for one thing, and at the next moment you're apt for something else.

Have you ever gotten tired of hearing those ridiculous AT&T commercials claiming credit for things that don't even exist yet? You will.

God sends cold according to clothes.

I'm supporting anyone except Donald Trump.

Be prepared for the creation of an intrusive bureaucracy to police the ordinance by examining the books and payroll ledgers of businesses.

Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.

It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.

I try to tell myself I’m not schizophrenic. But when I’m not acting, I’m not alive. Everyday is just not heightened enough for me. I’m more focused, more interesting when I’m working.

Aristocracy and exclusiveness tend to final overthrow, in language as in politics.