I didn't show up here to give your life purpose now that your life's over. That's up to you to figure out.

The next time you better have a good reason," I tease him. "Okay." He kisses me again. "Reason?" I ask softly. "Um. You're really pretty?" "That's a good one. I don't know if it's true, but it's good.

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

What were they thinking? 'It's an alien apocalypse! Quick, grab the beer!

The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that promise, the war is over - not the big war, but the war that matters, the one in the battlefield of his heart. Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING

We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.