Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know, ” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?

If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been afantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.

S’up?” he asks. My voice rattles when I answer. “N-not much. You know, reanimated corpses chasing me on a cruise ship. Same old.

If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?

The world isn't fair, Calvin.""I know Dad, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?

You look at pictures of Nepal, push a smile button, and you think that’s the same as going there.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

The roof might fall in; anything could happen.

We don't let the past determine the future unless we allow it too.

The believing mind is externally impervious to evidence. The most that can be accomplished with it is to induce it to substitute one delusion for another. It rejects all overt evidence as wicked.

I have come finally to a simple philosophy of work. I enjoy what I do and do the best I can. That is enough.

It is not that the intellect sometimes misunderstands. Rather, the intellect always misunderstands. It is not that the intellect sometimes errs, it is that the intellect is the error.

I definitely believe in plastic surgery. I don't want to be an old hag. There's no fun in that.

When we relax about imperfection, we no longer lose our life moments in the pursuit of being different and in the fear of what is wrong.