They won the war but lost the peace.
The whole world turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet.
We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.
It’s easier to be a character in a story than the star of your own tragedy.
Basher shook his head. "No, we climbed in through a ground-floor guest bedroom all ninja-like. Snuck up the back stairs." "Then you might be the cavalry," said Tom, "but I'm Santa Claus. Let's go downstairs and open some presents.
Generosity could be as contagious as the zombie plague as long as enough people were willing to be carriers.