#ombies

His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed. ↗

— Jen Naumann

#humorous-quotations #ya #young-adult-fiction #zombies #life

She sticks to the rules, because it's all she's got. It's like her feelings dried up and they were replaced with a pile of useless laws. Like my appendix. Don't know what I need it for, but it's still there. ↗

— Monica Valentinelli

#zombies #zombies-life #life

Demons, werewolves, zombies--they're all supposed to be for entertainment purposes only. ↗

— Jen Naumann

#paranormal #zombies #life

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#heartbreak #horror #horror-romance #love #paranormal-romance

The nurse snorted, and said. “All men are pigs.” “Not all men.” Jango said. “Some of the men are zombies. ↗

— Cedric Nye

#jango-s-anthem #quote #zombie-fighter-jango #zombies #zompoc

Something coming back from the dead was almost always bad news. Movies taught me that. For every one Jesus you get a million zombies. ↗

— David Wong

#undead #zombies #movies

Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly. ↗

— Amanda Hocking

#zombies

I continued toward Atlanta with a Merle Haggard C.D. playing on the stereo. They weren't great hosts, but those guys in The Ted Kaczynski Fan Club had great taste in music. It was all classic country music- none of that sissy, boy-band country that they played on the radio all the time. I drove down the road while Merle preferred to just stay where he was and drink. ↗

— Ian McClellan

#humor #music #zombies #music

There is another system, more beaded than weather or murder, that is moving up into the province. As Les leaves the chair to investigate his son’s crying a thousand zombies form an alliterative fog around Lake Scugog and beyond, mouthing the words Helen, hello, help. This fog predominates the region; however, other systems compete, bursting and winding with vowels braiding into dipthongs so long that they dissipate across a thousand panting lips. In the suburbs of Barrie, for instance, an alliteration that began with the wail of a cat in heat picked up the consonant “Guh” from a fisherman caught in surprise on Lake Simcoe. The echoing coves of the lake added a sort of meter, and by the time these sounds arrived in Gravenhurst, the people there were certain that a musical was blaring from speakers in the woods. All across the province, zombies, like extras in a crowd scene, imitate a thousand conversations. They open and close their mouths on things and sound is a heavy carpet of mumbling, a pre-production monstrosity. In minutes the Pontypool fog will march on the town of Sunderland and over the barriers south of Lindsay. ↗

— Tony Burgess

#zombies #change

Americans worship technology. It's an inherent trait in the national zeitgeist. ↗

— Max Brooks

#max-brooks #science-fiction #technology #world-war-z #zombie