You’re such a left-brain AND a kleptomaniac. Quit taking things literally and there’s hope for you yet!

Nostalgia. It haunts us, it destroys us, and sometimes, its sentimentality consumes us piece by piece so that we may realize our once-familiar circumstance may never again return. It is a state of mind best indulged infrequently.

This jeweled coast does not shine for its gems are coated with grit.

There's always hope. And oceans. Hope and oceans.

Are you afraid of the dark?” I asked.“No. Monsters aren't real. This is real. I'm scared of what could happen when the lights go out.

Keep the main thing the main thing.

The greatest talent one can have is learning when to speak and when to not.

I wasn't the only one hungry on the road, it seemed; a single bite—even a minor scratch—from one of the infected, and we were as good as dead. (And so the cycle repeats.)

The individual is the refined reflection of themselves within the collective.

I am but a yogurt-covered pretzel in the void. Sweet on the outside, salty on the inside, and always deceiving people into thinking I’m not that bad when I’m actually packed with calories and trans fats.