Dead Tired 1

Trust people. But verify that they’re not idiots.

You know how the undecided tend to want to do all sorts of things? One day they want to be a farmer, the next a great scholar, the next a politician? I never really outgrew that.

So are you a boy or a girl?" "I'm a maid," Alex said.

You know, I should have foreseen that killing all of the major gods would have some repercussions.

You lost your marbles and now you want to find them?

I had a bit of a habit of losing myself while perusing stationary.

Your goal in creating a hypothesis isn't to prove it right, but to prove it wrong.

I disliked the sky because the sunlight was too bright, the night too dark to read in, and it tended to rain on occasion, which ruined my books.

I’d heard someone say that the only two certainties in life were death and taxes. Obviously they had never tried applying an army of the undead to those trying to collect those taxes.

Mostly it was all the exposed, necrotic flesh. They tended to attract flies, ticks, and other small insects. The rotting meat was otherwise perfectly fine. Some people believed that zombies were unclean and dangerous, but those people had never conducted proper research into the matter. In fact, dead bodies were less likely to spread sickness than living ones. They didn’t sneeze on people nearly as much.