Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.
I`m not a morning person.
Because all bad little vampires see me in the end
[Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.
Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.
Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.