Rage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.

Generosity could be as contagious as the zombie plague as long as enough people were willing to be carriers.

Sometimes people say terrible things when they're scared. They don't mean to, but they can't help it. They lash out because if they can see that their words hurt someone else, it makes them feel as if they aren't completely powerless.

Suffering is easier to endure when shared.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

The truth is the truth. What changes is what we know about it and what we're willing to believe.