How would you rather die?" she snapped. "Hiding under your bed or riding Thunder Mountain?

That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins.

The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Civilization is held together by duct tape and spit, and I'm worried about the duct tape.

I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mineIt will be a holiday of the senses

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?''REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.

Oh, you're a picky sort, huh?" He laughed. "That takes balls, being choosy at a time like this.

You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.

The country has turned its loyal inhabitants into wanderers similar to the survivors of an apocalypse.

The more we know about the former world, the better we’ll understand what happened when it fell.

Lovely sight, the Apocalypse! But absurdity, without limits? No Sir! there have to be certain limits...

The guns reminded me that this was just an attempt to punch holes in the darkness that enveloped us now.

This guy is funny. But is he safe? And how much is that worth when the world itself has ceased to exist?

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.