When I started writing, there was nothing about zombies. It was all teen movies, which to me are scarier than zombies, but that's another story.

Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they're used.

My coping mechanism with my dyslexia is to use wit and humor.

You can't blame anyone else, ... , no one but yourself. You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices.

Hooking on scuba gear and blindly diving into zombie-infested water is a wonderful way to mix the two childhood terrors of being eaten and drowning.

Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

There comes a point where emotions must give way to objective facts.

Zombies let us explore notions of the apocalypse - no water, food, medical care, the government imploding - while letting us sleep at night.

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts

Fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe...Turn on the TV...What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products.

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead.

Not many abilities are inherent. Most are acquired through patient practice, and those that are inherent are enhanced and utilized through practice too.

I set my sights upon becoming the kind of artist who would make a contribution to art history.

They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?

I don't want to play out of another man's bag.

Violence is what people do when they run out of good ideas.

I think Jared [Kushner] is an unusually polished person.

Wolves eat cats for dinner. By God, I wanna be a wolf. ~Kane Tyler~

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

I have someone. He's 25. It's nothing serious.

If there’s life on other planets, then the earth is the Universe’s insane asylum.