I just don’t believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don’t see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?
Who would have ever thought I’d be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.
Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it’s all that makes us human.
Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.
Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.
People go away and they don’t come back.
Once upon a time wasn’t as long ago as it used to be.
But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.
Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.
Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.
If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I’d have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn’t that brave.
I never said I was consistent.
If you’re dressed for my funeral, it’s too casual. If it’s just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.
Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?
Nicky looked down at me with a knowledge on his face that he was holding the monster in his arms. I’d have comforted him, but it would have been all lies.
I’d learned a long time ago that you can’t prove a negative. You can prove that you did something, but it’s the devil to prove you didn’t do something.
I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.
Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.
It’s good not to be the only girl in the fight for once.