Sometimes in the news, "luck" is just a matter of "capitalizing on someone else's pain.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.

I am a zombie fan, but all of the zombie stories Ive enjoyed started when the dead rose and ended three days later with everybody looking exhausted. I was thinking, What happens in 20 years?

You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence. —Tybalt

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?