You know something?" He lifted his head, and when he turned to me, he had this strange look in his eyes. Almost as if he was really seeing me for the first time. "I don't think I ever really lived until this. I've never done anything that mattered before, but now I'm fighting to save my life, and yours. And I know it sounds really cheesy and lame, but I don't think I ever really felt alive. Not until I met you.

I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! - Wendy

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

You have so much going on. It comes off like a..." "Static?" I suggested. "Exactly!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. "You need to tune it, get your frequencies in check, like a radio." "I would love to.Just tell me how." "It's not a matter of turning a dial. You have no on or off switch." He walked around in a large lazy circle. "It's something you have to practice. It's more like being potty-trained. You have to learn when to hold it and when to release." "That's a pretty sexy analogy," I said.

I don't want to be famous per se, but I want to write books for as long as I can. And I plan on writing a lot.

What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

You can bite me if you want. I want you to.