They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and mine were alight with her.

My heart was still beating, I was still breathing, but was living something more?

It was all about survival. That's all it had ever been about.

That's old world stuff. It's the ZA now.

A love of writing is far greater than any word count.

People say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. It's not. It's eye bloody spy.

You know what would be awesome? . . . If I could have a machete.

He IS just a normal boy.