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

Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

He had this old southern idea of what a lady should be. A lady should not carry a gun and spend most of her time covered in blood and corpses. I had two words for that attitude. Yeah, those are the words.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.

I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.

I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.