“... it all seems more reasonable and possible until you put it figuratively, until the metaphorical end, which is always the muzzle if you come down to it, blasts you in the face.”

“Don't ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.”

“Was it two or one dead face? Would you notice that at last? We are together and alone, until the firm and angry blast.”

“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”

“Neither of them was wearing a face shield. That put grenades out until I could get them to move out of the blast radius, since aerosolized zombie will kill you just as sure as the clawing, biting kind.”

“In my experience, I have found that there is never a perfect time or place for anything. We can always find a reason to put off that which we aspire to do or fear to do until tomorrow, next week, next month, next year--until, in the end, we never accomplish anything at all.”