“Whip," Walter echoed. "So there's an iPhone app for fighting zombies. Interesting.”

“Michael understood. "Not really. My gear is mostly blindfolds, feathers, and shit I got from the pet store. All the good stuff is expensive." There were online catalogs full of it. Leather and metal. Gags and hoods and cuffs and rope. That's what you really needed when the zombies came.”

“They were all looking at him with an unpronounceable hunger. Actually it was a lot like the faces you see in porn, but with less certainty of the course of action. It was as if they couldn't decide whether to fuck him first, and then eat him, or the other way around. Except that probably wouldn't work as well.”

“Slowly I began to understand that the plans God has for us don’t just include “good” things, but the whole array of human events … I remember my mom saying that many people look for miracles — things that in their human minds “fix” a difficult situation. Many miracles, however, are not a change to the normal course of human events; they’re found in God’s ability and desire to sustain and nurture people through even the worst situations. Somewhere along the way, I stopped demanding that God fix the problems in my life and started to be thankful for his presence as I endured them.”

“lets roll -todd beamer hero of united airlines flight 93”

“I want you, in case you haven’t figured that out yet, and I’m staying and fighting with you – for you.”

“Magic?' Kate snorted. 'There's no such thing. Is there?''Magic?' Barnabas shrugged. 'Why not? Magic is cool.''But there has to be a rational explanation.''Oh there is,' Barnabas led her our of the cave and back to the shore. 'But a rational explanation is rather complex. We're dealing with a psycho-temporal entity manifesting through a critical mass of its sentient shell...um. Magic sounds more fun.”