Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.

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

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.