“It goes on, he thought. The internecine hate. Perhaps the seeds are there, in that. They will eat one another at last, and leave the rest of us here and there in the world, still alive. Still enough of us once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.”
“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.”
“strange, there's so much religion in the world, but only enough to make us fight over who is right, not enough to make us love one another.”
“Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.”
“My hope still is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here.”
“Writers and artists build by hand little worlds that they hope might effect change in real minds, in the real world where stories are read. A story can make us cry and laugh, break our hearts, or make us angry enough to change the world.”