I get that rush that comes when you know you're doing something wrong and are getting away with it, like stealing from the school cafeteria of getting tipsy at a family holiday without anyone knowing it.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side.

That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.