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No praise, no blame. Just so.
Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.
You might say that death has relaxed me.
Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.
Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.
Breathing is optional, but I need some air.
What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?
Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
We smile, because this is how we save the world.
Sometimes it's a struggle to live in the moment.
I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.
Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.
Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.
What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature
It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.
...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.
Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.
The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending.
I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.
What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?
Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.
I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.
The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.
Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.
God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.
...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?
Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.
She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.
It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.
We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.
I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.
How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?
In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys
What happened? How did I get here? How could I have known that my choices mattered?
Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.
Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.
It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author; usually only one.
'Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.
...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.
If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.
We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.
I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.
She is Living and I'm Dead, but I'd like to believe we're both human. Call me an idealist.
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.
I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.