Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

"What's wrong with people" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?"

"The darkness of the room is pulsing with gunfire, and by our standards we are grossly outnumbered - there are only three of us to every one of them - but something is tipping things in our favor. Our manic speed is uncharacteristic of the Dead, and our prey are not prepared for it. Is this all coming from me? Creatures without desire usually don't move quickly, but they're following my lead, and I am an angry whirlwind."

"Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes."

"My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off."

"Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below."

"Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love?"

"...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No."

"The past is made out of facts... I guess the future is just hope."

"I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it."

"There's no benchmark for how life's "supposed" to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, it's up to you how you respond to it."