The wisest man knows he know nothing.

Those who write are writers. Those who wait are waiters.

In the middle of nowhere, along a quiet stretch of road, the diner dreamt of the hungry dead. And of two men.

Because life is complicated and difficult. Anyone who says otherwise hasn't truly lived.

Reality is like a fruitcake; pretty enough to look at but with all sorts of nasty things lurking just beneath the surface.

Death should take more care with his paperwork.

Ned passed the next few minutes quietly not dying in his office, and was pleased with how well it was going. He'd stayed alive longer, but now that he was concentrating on it, it felt more like an accomplishment.