Don't think she can breathe over there, chief." drawled Shaun. "Pretty sure she hasn't kicked the oxygen habit yet.

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?

Sometimes you need lies to stay alive.

...If there’s a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is.” I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... “I just want to know that he’s there, so that I can die knowing there’s going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don't need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head