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

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.

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

At times it may feel hopeless. That life is unforgiving. Breathe. In the hopelessness of life, we find hope and promise. We find strength.

Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life and are attached to the duties yet escape the harsher blows make acute and balanced observers.

I'm always trying to learn and grow, so my diet has, over the years, evolved.

What happens whenever we convert a writer into a symbol is that we lose the writer himself in all his indefeasible singularity, his particular inimitable genius.

With competition everyone has to try harder.

You must be willing to give total unconditional love to everyone, under all circumstances. That means being willing to be totally responsible for what you do and how you do it.

Our national history has so often filled us with bitterness and the feeling of helplessness.

Work bears a particular mark of man and of humanity, the mark of a person operating within a community of persons

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my fingers upon thee!

If one would cancel all traffic rules and switch off all traffic lights, watching city traffic on TV would be also awfully interesting!