Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

perception” because America is a very all-or-nothing society… We like to know, and for everyone else to know, that our victory wasn’t uncontested, it was positively devastating.

Happy but isn’t the human factor what connexus a deeply to our past will future generations care as much for chronologies and casualty statistics as they would for the personal accounts of individuals not so...

I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears.

You can’t blame anyone else, … , no one but yourself. You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices.

…So I put it out of its misery, if it really was miserable, and tried not to think about it. That was another thing they taught us at Willow Creek: don’t write their eulogy, don’t...

[…]you don’t have to be Sun freakin Tzu to know that real fighting isn’t about killing or even hurting the other guy, it’s about scaring him enough to call it a day.

And then you got us. Yeah, we stopped the zombie menace, but we’re the ones who let it become a menace in the first place. At least we’re cleaning up our own mess, and maybe...

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead.

They used to call it the ‘Great War’. But I’ll be damned if I could tell you what was so ‘great’ about it. They also called it ‘the war to end all wars’…’cause they figured...

Unlike its human counterparts, an army of zombies is completely independent of support. It will not require food,ammunition, or medical attention. It will not succumb to panic, desertion, or out-and-out mutiny. Like the virus that...

The truth was, neither the Central Intelligence Agency nor any of the other official and unofficial U.S. intelligence organizations have ever been some kind of all-seeing, all-knowing, global illuminati. For starters, we never hand that...

We’ve been at peace about as long as e were at war.

If you believe you can accomplish everything by “cramming” at the eleventh hour, by all means, don’t lift a finger now. But you may think twice about beginning to build your ark once it has...

The highest distinction is service to others.

heart” are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity’s greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever.

There comes a point when you have to realize that the sum of all your blood, sweat, and tears will ultimately amount to zero.

What we did, what every president since Washington has done, was provide a measured, appropriate response, in direct relation to a realistic threat assessment.

[He] believed both love and hate to be irrelevant. To him, they were “impediments of the human condition,” and, in his words again, “imagine what could be accomplished if the human race would only shed...

Looking back, I still can’t believe how unprofessional the news media was. So much spin, so few hard facts. All those digestible sound bites from an army of ‘experts’ all contradicting one another, all trying...

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

Can you ever “solve” disease, unemployment, war, or any other societal herpes? Hell no. All you can hope for is to make them manageable enough to allow people to get on with their lives. That’s...

Most people don’t believe something can happen until it already has. That’s not stupidity or weakness, that’s just human nature.

To know is always better, no matter what the answer might be.

Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they’re used.

There comes a point where emotions must give way to objective facts.

Do you understand economics? I mean big-time, prewar, global capitalism. Do you get how it worked? I don’t, and anyone who says they do is full of shit.

The living dead had taken more from us than land and loved ones. They’d robbed us of our confidence as the planet’s dominant life form. We were a shaken, broken species, driven to the edge...

After all we’d been through, we still couldn’t take our heads from out of our asses or our hands from around each other’s throats.

The monkey didn’t help matters any. He was sitting on top of the microbus, just watching the undead plunge to their end. His face appeared so serene, so intelligent, as if he truly understood the...