. . . show the other side, the one that gets people out of bed the next morning, makes them scratch and scrape and fight for their lives because someone is telling them that they're going to be okay.

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.

Pardon all runners, All speechless, alien winds, All mad waters.Pardon their impulses, Their wild attitudes, Their young flights, their reticence.When a message has no clothes onHow can it be spoken.

When fishermen cannot go to sea, they repair nets.

As she put it, she knew of nothing so ravishing as having a child whom she could whip whenever she was in a bad mood.("The Queen Fantasque")

Ritualism is nothing more than a rut and the only difference between a rut and a grave is the length and the depth.

Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.

Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?

When the doctor told me I had cancer, I was scared.

For him in vain the envious seasons roll Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

The advocate of religious freedom is to expect neither peace nor forgiveness from [the clergy].

I like to touch things. In my house I have a lot of velvet drapes and thick, lush couches.