It's not my fault everybody wants me

An oblique angle,” Jack said, and his bout of jealousy was quickly replaced with glee. “Ha! I told you I would work that in!

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

I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

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

That's kind of creepy.

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