Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.

You can't kill the truth.

They come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost.

That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.

Things it is not polite to discuss at the dinner table: politics, religion, and the walking dead.

Never tell anyone to be careful, never ask what that noise was, and for the love of God, never, ever say that you'll be right back." —Evelyn Baker