There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

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?

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

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

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

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.

Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.