The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

...although I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own Machete and blood testing unit.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

October— You were sleeping so peacefully that I was loath to wake you. Duke Torquill, after demanding to know what I was doing in your apartment, has requested that I inform you of his intent to visit after ‘tending to some business at the Queen’s Court.’ I recommend wearing something clinging, as that may distract him from whatever he wishes to lecture you about this time. Hopefully, it’s your manners. You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence. —Tybalt

Post-traumatic shock,' said Shaun. 'He thinks he's a boa constrictor.

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