Finn: I look at you because I can't look away Wendy. Wendy: That's kinda creepy. Finn: I will work on being less creepy then.

I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.

This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn’t on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a lover not a fighter.

Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly.

I've taken every writing class I've had available. I took classes in high school, and I took English and writing classes in community college, but I dropped out of college. I also attended a local writing workshop two years ago.

He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.