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1 " The brains left inside of his cloven skull splatter across the blacktop like some garish Rorschach painting made from oatmeal. "
― Brian Keene , The Complex
2 " His mother died of Alzheimer’s, and in his opinion, burning to death in a burst of clinging napalm would be preferable to that. "
3 " Neighbors aren’t really neighbors anymore. They’re strangers, for the most part. "
4 " it’s strange to look at your reflection in the mirror and see the person you really are staring back at you, rather than the person who you used to be. "