Routine is the building block of happiness.
People can change. What they want and what they need, it can change. They don’t want us to be human in here, but… it happens.
People are fragile. They need time to adapt. They accept change gradually.
One crack in the ark, and it all goes down.
Nothing says Wayward Pines like a piece of fresh, warm fudge.
Never let them see you doubt it. Even if you do.
Mr. Burke, see, you have one of two choices. You can either find your place and follow the rules, or you can keep searching to find what’s behind door number three. I guarantee you, you and your family will be much safer if you follow the rules.
Kill me. You can’t kill my ideas.
It’s an honor to serve against a real enemy.
It’s a cruel joke, isn’t it? Here we are, last of our species. Best of what’s left. We can’t even climb out of our own ruin to save ourselves.
It is not just my job to keep this town safe. It’s everybody’s!
If we are going to survive, we’re gonna have to make it better. No more lies. No more surveillance. No more reckonings. If we work together, I believe it is possible. I believe we can succeed. We have to. This is it. This is all that’s left. This is the last of humanity.