A vampire victim. I'd never seen a lone kill. They were like potato chips; once a vamp tasted them, he couldn't stop at just one.

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

She stared up at me, and there was something in her eyes, something that said we finally had an understanding. She was afraid of me, and sometimes that’s the best you can do with people. I’d tried kindness. I’d tried friendship. I’d tried respect. But when all else fails, fear will do the job.

Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives.

Every relationship is messed up. What makes it really perfect is if you still want to be there when things suck.

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.