I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

People take conventional ways that other people have always decorated their cars, and use them as ways of giving other people permission to approach them.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies. It's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world.

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?

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.

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything.