The sooner the rebirth, the prettier the corpse.

I believe he’s been asked to testify today,” I told Lennox, who’d continued to track Truman’s progress through the room. “He’s a member of the historical undead, Truman Capote, the author. He wrote Breakfast at...

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

It’s surviving that takes all the work.

Most people around here prefer undead drivers, so I never get a chance to make any money on steady contracts.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.

We are aberrations—beings born undead, neither one thing nor another, or two things at once … uncanny things that have nothing to do with the rest of creation, horrors that poison the world by sowing...

What is it like…. what is it like to be dead?’ Evan looked at him with his dull, unblinking blue eyes, ‘ I don’t know, what is it like…… to be alive?

What’s that you’re holding?” he asked, noticing the pamphlet, still rolled up in her left hand. “Oh, this?” She held it up. “How to Come Out to Your Parents.”He widened his eyes. “Something you want...

Don’t judge me. Ethics and morality no longer exist in our world. It’s a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a future.

Some necrophobes earn their own fates.

…Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

Isabelle! he called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn’t there? I’m going to kill him. He’s already dead, Simon observed....

In order to remain undead, I must steal the life force of someone whose fate matters less to me than my own.’ I’ve always supposed that Wall Street traders utter essentially the same sentence.

Take it from an old cadaver. Let go of the past.

It had been a couple of years and I was neither dead, nor undead, which I ranked as an achievement.

If people don’t wish to be eaten then they shouldn’t taste so nice

Let’s say that it belong to me as much as it belongs to anyone alive today. If I am, strictly speaking, living. The old word was undead, you know, but aren’t all living things undead....

You had me at ‘blood allergy.

The answer to enemies who heal annoyingly fast is always, always decapitation. That is why swords will never go out of style.

Sorcha took the elevator down to the basement of the fashion house. She glanced at her stunningly beautiful reflection in the mirror and smiled to herself. How fortunate she was to be a vampire –...

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.

Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter’s drop cloth.She felt no pain.She saw no light.She heard, but barely.Her heart was still and silent.Yet she did not...

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages – most of them…dead ones.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless…regardless he did not require it for long.

He pinched the remaining chapters’ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak...

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...

As any avid reader knew, a good read deserved a good seat.

Spartacus,” I called, “how’s it hanging?” Probably not too well. Once you’re dead, had your organs removed, and are resurrected as an undead mummified cat, your testicles probably looked like old raisins that had rolled...

Happiness is the province of those who ask few questions.

Since when do wizards wear robes?” I whispered. “That’s falling into every human stereotype ever created.” Jeezum. Next thing you knew, they’d be waving around magic wands.”The First Elder thought they’d look more intimidating in...

Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened.

Being kidnapped and abused by the undead was worse than calculus, but not by a wide margin.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don’t realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

Suspicion infused Alex’s voice. “Okay? That’s it?”I looked back at him and smiled. “That’s it. We disagree. It’s done. We’ll deal with whatever comes next.”He stood up, brows lowered over squinty eyes. “Did Lafitte ply...

Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.

He was drop-dead gorgeous and I, well I was just … dead.” (Tera Hightower, Dead Chick Walking)

The return of the rain, beating out time on London’s rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens...

Cute kid. How many of those things do you think are out there?

I would say Randolph’s a horse’s ass, but that would be unfair to the horse.

I will not negotiate with the undead!

We’re not a people worth saving, plain and simple. We’re completely beyond that—both the undead and the few still living. Yeah, ‘living.’ Some life, huh? But it’s the only life we could ever possibly live...

Sometimes dead is better