Can’t call ‘em zombies anymore, ” sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. “Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

Take it from an old cadaver. Let go of the past.

Some necrophobes earn their own fates.

He pinched the remaining chapters’ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.

The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

We need to remember how what Christ has already done transforms who we are right now -- not later, once we get it together but right now in all the messes we've made.

We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

Hard work always pays off, whatever you do.

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.

If you engage people on a vital, important level, they will respond.

The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.

It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live.

I just think that the media is just making things up. I don't really pay attention.

Sometimes, political campaigns make decent people act and talk like perfect buffoons.

Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.