Quotes About Zombies

When I started writing, there was nothing about zombies. It was all teen movies, which to me are scarier than zombies, but that's another story.

Are you sure I can't catch it? (Nick) I'm positive. Believe me, I know my zombies. (Bubba) (Nick scoffed.) 'Is it just me or is that like saying I know my elves and fairies?' (Nick)

I got them voodoo blues, Them evil hoo-doo blues. Petro Loa won't leave me alone; Every night I hear the zombies moan. Lord, I got them mean ol' voodoo blues. Zu-Zu was a mambo, she loved a hungan man; Messin' with Erzuli wasn't part of her plan. The spell of the tom-tom turned her into a slave, And now Baron Samedi's dancin' on her grave. Yeah, she's got them voodoo blues, Them bad ol' hoo-doo blues … When

I majored in Chinese Studies. I'm probably the only director of chicken Indian zombie movies who can speak pretty good Mandarin.

The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.

Mindless violence against the undead?" said Zzzap. "Count me in.

Don't discuss your relationship problems with friends. Your zombie problems are another story entirely.

Mia, ' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.

So what were your favorite subjects in school?" "School?" He leaned back in his chair as though he needed the extra space to think about it. "Probably math. It always made sense. Unlike English, economics, and girls." "And exactly how do you plan on taking over the free world if you don't understand economics?" "I'll hire advisers. I'll hire you, in fact." "Okay. Let me know when your army of junior high zombies is ready.

Ham-it-up managers like Gene make metaphors come to life and walk corporate hallways like an army of cheerful, highly motivated zombies. These vampires drain their employees of the ability to think for themselves by labeling critical comments as evidence of a bad attitude. They are also likely to withhold controversial information for fear of demotivating people.

I actually watch 'The Walking Dead.' I like 'The Walking Dead' a lot.

I've been watching 'Walking Dead' with my son, and there is absolutely nothing in there I find shocking, but it's cool, and I like it.

I collected the 'Walking Dead' comics.

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!

He just raised the dead with coke and cheeseburgers

old people have to go to children's or most often to rest homes where they are shunted into wheelchairs and made as fast as possible into zombies cause it's easier to handle a zombie, if you have to handle anything, than a human.

Since an emotion's an announcement of value, in this society of the death (of values) emotions moved like zombies through humans.

Once a guy had pulled a gun on him—there was no way to understand that, but, on the other hand, you knew exactly what was going on. With the zombies, who knew?

Those who live a long life without realising their spiritual goals are as similar to the hygienic zombies walking on earth.

Zombies are of limited use, whereas puppets are invaluable.

I will not negotiate with the undead!

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

We were afraid of so many things: Of our children, who lived in their own world of casually lurid pleasures, zombies and cartoon killers and thuggish music. Of our neighbors, who were buying gold and ammunition and great quantities of freeze-dried food, and who were organizing themselves into angry tribes recognizable to one another by bumper stickers.

Three hours waiting in a graveyard after dark starts to get to you. I don't know why. Maybe it's all the dead people hanging around underground. Whatever it was, by the time my watch said it was ten minutes to midnight, I had a major case of the creeps, the willies, and the heebie-jeebies. At least the flesh-eating zombies were keeping themselves hidden away. I sat there for another ten minutes and the same nothing that had been happening all night continued happening.