“Oh great," moaned Owen. "we've got one corpse in the SUV already, and now we have to fit us and this carcass in there too”

“We have too many cellphones. We've got too many internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.”

“Then tell them we've all got meanness in us...But tell them we have some good in us too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. That's why we've got to make sure we pass it on.”

“You know where we got stuck? We were looking for faithfull, loving and perfect relationships-males who were always glad to see us." "So?" "We already have that!" "What do you mean?" "We've got dogs!”

“Why? But why don't we have feathers? Or Wings? Nothing but the shoulder blades where wings would be attached? Why, because we no longer need wings. We've got aeros. Wings would only be in the way. Wings are for flying, but we have nowhere to fly to, we've already flown there, we've found it.”

“Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I.”