They can kill us, even down to the last of us, but they can't kill - can never kill - what lasts in us.

Thinking about the bacon- the potential of bacon- gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't.

The wheat had survived the hail and lightning of the summer storms, but luck could not deliver it from the cold. By the time the refugees took shelter in the old house, the wheat was dead, killed by the hard fist of a deep frost.

Sullivan ... Cassie ... in case you don’t ... I wanted to tell you ...”I waited. I didn’t push him.“They made a major mistake,” he blurted out, “the dumb bastards, when they didn’t start by killing you first.”“Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone’s ever given me.”I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.“You know,” I whispered, “a year ago, I would have sold my soul for that.”He shook his head. “Not worth it.

You say you know how we think? Then you know what I’m going to do. I’ll rip your face off with a pair of tweezers. I’ll tear your heart out with a sewing needle. I’ll bleed you out with seven billion tiny cuts, one for each one of us.That’s the cost. That’s the price. Get ready, because when you crush the humanity out of humans, you’re left with humans with no humanity.In other words, you get what you pay for, motherfucker.

Cassie,” Sam said in my ear. “Your nose is really big.”“That’s because it’s broken.” Like my heart, kid. It’s a set.

I was never very good at history, but I was pretty sure douchebags like Hitler didn’t laugh very much.

I’m not bitching.”“Yes, you are. You’re bitching like a junior miss beauty queen.

That’s the way of every human catastrophe. The douchebag is nearly indestructible.

Did he fight?""Yes, Sam. He fought very hard. He saved my life.""But you hid""Yes." Crushing Bear against my stomach."Like a big fat chicken.""Not like that," I whispered. "It wasn't like that.