Woe, O world! The Age of Mortals is coming to an end. Time passes into oblivion, and the stars lapse in the sky. The dreadful breed of night is crawling out of darkness, to take possession of the world. Fools! Seek refuge in faith or madness, for there's no longer any other place to hide. The Reign of Chaos has begun!...

The healthy human mind doesn’t wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that’s a luxury, not a curse. To know you’re close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take… inventory.

I’ve struggled a long time with survivin’, but no matter what you have to find something to fight for.

Hope is what makes us strong. It is why we are here. It is what we fight with when all else is lost.

You gave them the one thing that was stolen from them. A chance. A chance to learn. To find love. To live. And in the end what was your reward? You never said. But I think I know: a family.

Good men mean well. We just don’t always end up doing well.

Reliance upon others is a weakness for the strong but strength for the weak. Wisdom and balance lie in knowing your nature over time.

What is bravery, without a dash of recklessness?

The truth, Walker, is that you’re here because you wanted to feel like something you’re not: A hero.

At the end of the day, as long as there are two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want
someone dead.