I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts" -Warm Bodies

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her.
I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

The harder a place is to reach, the more likely reaching it will be worthwhile.

Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.