You must hurt, or be hurt.
We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.
It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.
That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.
Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.