Mira Grant

Do I believe in God? That somebody made all this happen for a reason, that there__ something waiting for us after we die? That there__ a purpose to all this crap? I don__ know. I__ like to be able to say __es, of course_ almost as much as I__ like to be able to say __bsolutely not,_ but there__ evidence on both sides of the fence.

God is the ultimate recycler. We have a good planet here. It has its troubles, yes. We have overpopulation, we have pollution, we have global warming, we have the Thursday night television lineup,_ more laughter, __nd, of course, we have the infected. We have a lot of problems on Earth, and it might seem like a great idea to hold the Rapture now__hy wait? Let__ move on to Heaven, and leave the trials and tribulations of our earthly existence behind us. Let__ get while the getting__ good, and beat the rush.__t might seem like a great idea, but I don__ think it is, for the same reason I don__ think it__ a great idea for a first grader to stand up and say that he__ learned enough, he__ done with school, thanks a lot but he__ got it from here. Compared to God, we__e barely out of kindergarten, and like any good teacher, I don__ believe He intends to let us out of class just because we__e finding the lessons a little difficult. I don__ know whether I believe in the Rapture or not. I believe that if God wants to do it, He will_ but I don__ believe that it__ coming in our lifetime. We have too much work left to do right here.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

Hire new field systems maintainer" was near the top of my to-do list, right under "uncover massive political conspiracy," "avenge Buffy's death," and "don't die.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Words have power.

George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go.

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

The problem with people who have power is that they start thinking more about what it takes to keep that power than they do about whats right or wrong or just plain a bad idea. Here's a tip for you: if you're ever in a position to be making calls on right and wrong that can impact an entire nation, run your decisions past a six year old. If they look at you in horror and tell you you're getting coal in your stocking for the rest of your life, you should probably reconsider your course of action. Unless you want to be remembered as a monster, in which case, knock yourself out.

I was tired of being a haunted house' he said. 'Thank you for coming home.

Given a choice between life and death, choose life. Given a choice between right and wrong, choose what's right. And given a choice between a terrible truth and a beautiful lie, choose the truth every time.

Nothing says "deeply in mourning" like canapés and free beer.

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you__e about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you__e doing the right thing.

You know what? Fuck it. Just fuck it. The Rising didn't manage to wipe out the human race, it just made us turn into even bigger assholes than we were before. Hear that, mad science? You failed. You were supposed to kill us all, and instead you turned us into monsters.

If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: If forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world__ population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.

May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.