I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.

She looks at me out of the side of her uncovered eye. "Chess, Zombie: defending yourself from the move that hasn't happened yet. Does it matter that he doesn't light up through our eyepieces? That he missed us when he could have taken us own? If two possibilities are equally probable but mutually exclusive, which one matters the most? Which one do you bet your life on?