This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.