“Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please.The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.”

“Won't you tell him please to put on some speed,follow my lead, oh how I need,someone to watch over me.”

“Oh, Jason, I couldn't get my locker open...I know, I tried twisting it right, then left, but it wouldn't budge. I guess I'm just not strong enough. Could you help me? Please? Oh, great. Oh, Jason, you're so strong...Seriously? That was me now?On the other hand , a guy was following me.”

“It was my duty to... Oh, hell. Of course, duty had nothing to do with it. I just wanted to get back at her and this was the only way that presented itself.”

“He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real." "Aye, I am real.”

“Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.”