Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion - you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow. Are you telling me, what, that it’s boring? You don’t have time for it?

Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.