#zombie

And then, anger gave way to pure and simple job satisfaction. I mean, when I looked at a dead zombie head on a spike, I thought, "Hey, I did that. Picasso would have been proud. Especially how I rearranged that eye ↗

— Jesse Petersen

#zombies #anger

I assumed it was perfect, that everyone was happy and beautiful and wanted for nothing, and in my numb, limited way I felt envy and wanted to eat them all the more ↗

— Isaac Marion

#warm-bodies #zombie #beauty

I said to him, "State your business, mortal!" There was no need for me to call him "mortal" or to speak like a sixteenth-century knight. It just sounded cool. ↗

— Alan Goldsher

#paul-is-undead #zombies #business

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you. ↗

— Nicole Sobon

#ya #zombies #death

But then again, I was about as far from touchy-feely as you could get. Unless you’re fucking me, don’t put your hands on me. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

That is a zombie..... Holy fucking shit. That's a mother fucking zombie and this shit is real. ↗

— Diana Rowland

#death

Must you always speak with so many pop culture references?" "I must, yes, but no one's making pop culture anymore, so I'm starting to feel dated. I haven't seen a new movie in two years. And you know what else I just realized?" The doctor stared at him. "I'm never going to find out what the hell was going on with Lost. I mean, was it just sheer coincidence their plane crashed on the island or was it this Jacob guy pulling the strings all along? And how did most of them end up back in the 1970s with the Dharma people? ↗

— Peter Clines

#lost #pop-culture #zombies #dating

Isn't it wonderful when people do that, when you put all your faith in their being selfish and self -centered and not giving a damn and it turns out, all that time, you were wrong? ↗

— Joan Frances Turner

#faith

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses. At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home. And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#grief #rebirth #resurrection #zombies #beauty

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#zombie-spice-girls #humor