You must hurt, or be hurt.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

And now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through life, pretending to have everything together when really she's just floundering like the rest of us. Lindsay, who will bite at you if you even look in her direction the wrong way, like on of those tiny attack dogs that are always barking and snapping in the air before they're jerked backward on the chains that keep them in one place.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

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