I think the general anxiety of the 1960s - '70s spawned our interest in the living dead. When people worry about the end of their world, they need a safe vessel for all their fears. Zombies provide that vessel because they're 'safe.

If your Soviet neighbor is trying to set fire to your house, you can't be worrying about the Arab down the block. If suddenly it's the Arab in your backyard , you can't be worrying about the People's Republic of China and if one day the ChiComs show up at your front door with an eviction notice in one hand and a Molotov cocktail in the other, then the last thing you're going do is look over his shoulder for a walking corpse.

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

I wrote 'The Zombie Survival Guide' because I wanted to read it, and nobody else was writing it. All I've been doing with everything I've written is answering questions that I had.

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

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts

When I believe in my ability to do something, there is no such word as no.