And I like a mouse who has taken a cat for its tutor.

Living men are bound by time... Thus, their lives have an urgency. This gives them ambition. Makes them choose those things that are most important, cling more tightly to that which they hold dear. Their lives have seasons, and rites of passage, and consequences. And ultimately, an end. But what of a life with no urgency? What then of ambition? What then of love?

I decided that it was more important to laugh than to eat.

I think zombies have always been an easy metaphor for hard times. Because they're this big, faceless, brainless group of evil things that will work tirelessly to destroy you and think of nothing else.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

I want to be judged harshly because that forces me to really sit down and focus.

Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.