You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.

Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?

You're just full of awesome; did you know that?

shane:you only love me for my abs clair:shut up loser shift off

We can be lonely together

Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.

I had no name for that particular hue of orange, other than unfortunate.