Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

Some people still think knowledge is power.

Every high school has its Romeo and Juliet, one tragic couple. So does every generation.

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.