Quote of the Moment:

The one thing I have absolute faith in is mankind's capacity to make things worse. No matter how bad it gets, we're all happy to screw each other over.

You people are always so fixated on the truth. Like it's more righteous than a lie, even when the lie protects what the truth would destroy.

I don't think this ever ends, not for us, not until we're dead. Maybe not even then.

The little things are what get people killed.

My husband died because a bomb was cheaper than a cleanup squad. That's the simple truth of things.

I guess in the end, it doesn't matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

I think that if anything destroys the human race at this point, it's going to be the human race itself.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

Most guys my age have girlfriends and drinking buddies on their speed dial. Me, I have the Memphis CDC. Sometimes I really think I never had a chance in hell of having a normal life.

Mrs. Hagar can't even hear us up there unless we're setting off land mines, and we've done that only once, for quality control purposes.

When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, some day it will come in and get us, for we will have forgotten how terrible and real it can be.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the back yard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.

The most important single ting we had to pound into ourselves is that we were not important, we mustn't be pedants; we were not to feel superior to anyone else in the world.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them.

This was all he wanted now, Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.

The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burned things with the firemen and the sun burned Time, that mean that everything burned!