I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me

It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us.

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