“Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.”

“once you reach the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took”

“I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don't know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it's not so important. Once you're arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which road you took.”

“You've got to be quick on your feet in this world if you want to survive. Though once you know the rules, it is not too hard to play the game.”

“I mean, creatures who only exist in the dark don't know they're missing the sun, right? But once you've seen the sun. Once you've seen it light up the world ... once you've felt its heat all around you ... inside you ..." He clutched his own chest, and my heart cracked open. "Its hard to live in the dark after the sun dies.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”