The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts

They didn't break me. I broke myself.

To know is always better, no matter what the answer might be.

Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

There comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.

. . . show the other side, the one that gets people out of bed the next morning, makes them scratch and scrape and fight for their lives because someone is telling them that they're going to be okay.

There comes a point where emotions must give way to objective facts.