In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

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.

Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

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

Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.