I wanted to serve. It was Desert Storm. I thought, 'I was a rich kid, and America's been good to me.

Whatever bro, tell it to the whales

They didn't break me. I broke myself.

[...]you don’t have to be Sun freakin Tzu to know that real fighting isn’t about killing or even hurting the other guy, it’s about scaring him enough to call it a day.

There's a word for that kind of lie. Hope.

Zombies have no memories of their former life. You wont see the undead trying to wash windows or do your taxes. All they know how to do is swarm and feed.

I wanted to serve. It was Desert Storm. I thought, 'I was a rich kid, and America's been good to me.