Olivia responded with confidence, “You’re the military. You’re in charge. Why would I be scared?

Thanks, for saving me.”“I didn’t have a choice, ” he said softly.“Everyone has a choice.”“Then mine was easy.”“Easy?”He chuckled. “Olivia, my choice will always be simple when it comes to you...

Everyone is dangerous in here, can’t you see that?” he warned.

We’re in an underground vault, and here’s my first order: You’re going to do everything I tell you to do.

She’d been caught up in that image, that flash, man’s nuclear stamp, and had not really understood what happened after.

Things are different here. There will be rules and regulations that you are not used to. You will have to follow them. All of them.

It’s not a war. It’s an annihilation, ” he’d mumbled low for her ears only. She’d been unable to respond, only focusing on her own breath and marveling that she in fact was still breathing.

Although you can’t go back in time and alter your natural level of potential, you can determine how much of that ability you tap into, exploit and develop for the future.

You are still what you think, despite what others think about you!

The struggle to live up to an “ideal image” of who we should be in order to feel safe misdirects and depletes our energy.

An African who loses the ability to die with dignity is a lost man.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.

One problem with age is that patience begins to ebb.

Only mind has sight and hearing; all things else are deaf and blind.

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.

I think a lot of times on TV we see caricatures - that's what's funny.

I lead no party; I follow no leader. I have given the best part of my life to careful study of Islam, its law and polity, its culture, its history and its literature.