He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?

Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.

What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show up—Ho-HO! Now you’ve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM! A pack of ravenous flesh-eaters breaks open their heads and sucks out their eyeballs. No need for iambic pentameter because they are grunting, groaning annihilators of humanity with no time for meter. You’re not asleep in the back of English class anymore, are you? This is what I’m talking about. Zombies. Learn it, live it, love it.

Will you punish me forever?