The Last Hanna Jameson Quotes

If you don’t make the decision to love, every day, it’s an easy thing to forget.

The human body is weird like that. When you relax for a moment, that’s when the physical burnout catches up with you.

It’s important for people to feel like their lives have purpose,” I said. “And it doesn’t have purpose if you don’t believe you’re getting a sticker and some candy at the end of it? Like this life doesn’t have meaning unless you then live on somewhere else? That doesn’t even make sense!

I know shit about politics, but I don't think anyone's manifesto was 'Nuclear war on Tuesday.

A lot of people confuse movement with progress,

Why, after all, should we expect God to punish the innocent with more life?

Why devote any time to worrying about superstitions and speculation when there is So. Much. Happening. Out. There. That’s more amazing, that actually blows your mind, things like other galaxies and black holes and space travel. These are the things we should have been wasting brain power on, not church!

The only meaning we might have left as a species--indeed, the only thing left that might matter, that might keep us motivated to get up in the morning--is in the small acts of human kindness we show one another, and in my compulsion to be helpful, useful, to keep things moving forward, I've mostly forgotten to be kind.

A lot of people confuse movement with progress," Dylan said. "I knew it was a bad idea but what were we gonna do, barricade them in? They weren't ready to face any kind of truth." I leaned against the wall of the stairwell as Dylan got out his set of keys. The air in here was too thick, full of dust and last breaths. It stank. I hated the stairwell but of course the elevators weren't working anymore; hadn't worked for two months, not since that first day.

I think it was Stephen King who said that the sum of all human fear is just a door left slightly ajar.

The end of the world is a fairly comforting concept, because—in theory—we wouldn’t have to survive it. Maybe what’s been fucking us up, more than anything, hasn’t been finding a way to cope with the world ending but finding a way to cope with the fact that it didn’t. An ending is easy. This terminal waking up, morning after morning, isn’t easy. Repairing and rebuilding isn’t easy either. I think that’s why I’ve been so angry, so desperate to believe Adam’s paranoid theory about purgatory, why I wanted to believe that the girl in the water tank had died for a more important reason than men’s continued violence. Instead of a conclusion, we’ve been offered nothing but more life. I don’t know how to come to terms with that.

It's the end of the world. Everyone needs a hobby, right?

This was the feeling of being part of the food chain.