I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.

Maybe you’re not willing to give up a lover who’s colder than you are.

I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.

Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.