I'm one, too," he said. "What?" He spit a wad of blood and mucus into the dirt. "A virgin." What a shock. "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I asked. "You wouldn't have hit me if you weren't.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

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'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.

When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.