Kindle Notes & Highlights
It wasn’t my fault, I swear. It’s not like my day planner reads: brush teeth, shower, get dressed, blow up delivery boys. No, if anyone was at fault, it was him. When something that looks and smells like a rotting corpse lumbers out of the bushes beside my apartment, I freak.
Supernatural beings can’t enter a person’s home without permission. Men with machine guns do not have this problem.
Promises, after all, had to be paid, one way or another, and when they were broken, they took small parts of your soul away with them.
Good job, body. You can have a cupcake when this is all over. Except that cupcakes go straight to your hips, so maybe some celery instead. Congratulations body, you get celery. It was so sad a thought that it almost made me cry.
Fire fixes everything. When in doubt, kill it with fire.
Man must earn his life. Man must earn the right to walk through this world. That is why the moth continually tries to burn itself in the flames, simply to exist.”
