Quotes from Peter Meredith

I thought I knew what love was….I had this vision of it. Flowers and walks holding hands, and making love, and smiling, and being happy. But now I know what it really is. Love is a poison—and the only antidote is him. Without him I will die.

In each of us is an infinite capacity to love, but only a finite capacity to hate.

like an out of control fireman; there was a hissing

He knew their type: fatherless gangbangers raised on the streets where morality essentially boiled down to: if it feels good do it, and if someone gets hurt in the process of me getting mine, well that's just their too bad.

I was a second class citizen before the zombies and I'm a second class citizen now.

she was very fast and she was able to elude the zombies by running around the block and then back to the court house where another zombie in the shredded-up uniform of a county sheriff had been on its hands and knees, eating the white-heads off the clovers. It hadn't seen her before and she didn't see it, now.

I'm not going to love again," she declared in little clipped words. It was though she bit off the very end of each. "I can't.

I kind of feel like a boat that's lost its anchor, you know? I'm just drifting away.

Science is about truth,

Throwing a skillet was neither an art nor a science, it was actually fun.

Don't you know anything about women?" Mike didn't. They could be the most confounding of God's creatures. One moment happy as a clam, the next spitting nails.

He paused again. "Hello?" he called out. "Yoo-hoo!

They took turns sleeping. They ate, and they lived.

She had traded a dangerous freedom for the surety of slavery. Not

The image produced by the scope was wonderfully sharp, but also extremely narrow,

It's alright," he told her. "Well, really it's not. It'll never be alright, but you get, what's the word? Inured?

he could see there were many people just like him: people alone and in pain, on the outside of life looking in.

his mind wandered ceaselessly, hopping from memory to make-believe and then to his grim reality in a painful loop.

If facts were discarded and reality ignored, Jillybean was doing just dandy.

Jenn's oar struck one, causing it to roll over. As it did, the putrid flesh of its face slid off like hot cheese.

Back in the old days it was considered normal to hand your two-month old baby to a nanny or some local lady with a houseful of brats. At the most, people kept a child until pre-school and sometimes pre-pre-school if there was a government program in place—Head Start or some such that did little besides destroying the concept of motherhood.

Time was wiggy in so much dark.

problem. These people tore the catheters from their arms

The stones plunked dismally, sinking one after the other.