I am, in fact, immortal when annoyed.

That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.

A proper lady should be able to smile pretty, wear sequins like she means it, and kick a man's ass nine ways from Sunday while wearing stiletto heels. If she can't do that much, she's not trying hard enough.

You can't win. Logic has no power over her when her territory has been invaded by heathens.

Kellis-Amberlee is a fact of existence. You live, you die, and then you come back to life, get up, and shamble around trying to eat your former friends and loved ones. That’s the way it is for everyone.

The people who have the power want you scared. They want you walking around paralyzed by the notion that you could die at any moment.

Well, that’s not something you see every day. Go tell your father that Grandma needs the grenades.