It felt odd to be laughing during a firefight. Then again, if you can't laugh when you're about to die, when can you?

You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.

This is what I do know: A lie, however well-intended, can't prepare you for reality or change the world... To tell the truth is to provide armament against a world too full of cruelties to be defeated with simple falsehoods... It seems to me we owe the world--more, we owe ourselves--the exchange of comfort for the chance that maybe the truth can do what people always say it can. The truth may, given the opportunity, set us free.

No one should be posing for duck-lipped selfies with the plaque of the dead. That wouldn't be right.

My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

Whoever authorized the evolution of the spiders of Australia should be summarily dragged out into the street and shot.

Dramatic exits are the last refuge of the infantile personality