“I wish you wouldn’t have to be so sincere all the time. It hurts my teeth.”

She suddenly doesn't know what to say, so goes with, "It'll all be okay."

He smiles a little. "I gave up on okay awhile ago, but we can dream."

"I don't think it's from the buildings," Sheldon said. His voice sounded flat and dead, and it startled her so much she jammed on the brakes. Hysterical Sheldon she could handle. Blowing everything out of proportion, no problem. But defeated, lifeless, dead-sounding Sheldon threw shivers up and down her spine and an icy pressure into her stomach. "Sheldon?"

I want to face you.

His hand were like a brand on the edges and hollows of her hip – as angular and prominent as she would have killed for months and months ago, but now just another sign of loss – and every breath she drew in was ragged.

And the days pass like receding waves, rolling over her, dragging her each hour a little farther from the shore.

"'Homemade' is not a subspecies of pie. 'Homemade' is not a part of pie taxonomy."   "It's cherry," Penny bites out. "Eat. A. Friggin.' Piece."

Penny corded Sheldon’s fingers between her fingers, and said, “Tell me about the big bang.”

He handed her the notebook and she scanned through the pages and pages of minuscule writing; science, history, geography, biology, pop culture.

I'll either find a way or make one.

If Missy had known she was going to spend the night fighting the undead, she would have worn a longer skirt.

"We need guns," Mike Sarver said.