I don't think I've ever really had a home before, not until I met you.

I look at you because I can't look away.

I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.

If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.

I heard you're campaigning on my behalf." He walked over to me. "That wouldn't be because you'd miss me too much if I were gone,would it?" "Don't be absurd," I scoffed. "I don't condone murder, even for people like you." "People like me,huh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You mean devilishly handsome, debonair young men who come to sweep rebellious princesses of their feet?" "You came to kidnap me, not sweep me off my feet," I said,but he waved his hand at the idea. "Semantics.

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

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.