I think Americans are at our best when we recover from a crisis. We've suffered some blows that other countries would have never recovered from.

Remember; no matter how desperate the situation seems, time spent thinking clearly is never time wasted.

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.

Gu was a worrier, a neurotic curmudgeon. If he had a headache, it was a brain tumor; if it looked like rain, this year's harvest was ruined. This was his way of controlling the situation, his lifelong strategy for always coming out ahead. Now, when reality looked more dire than any of his fatalisitic predictions, he had no choice but to turn tail and charge in the opposite direction.

Secrecy is a vacuum and nothing fills a vacuum like paranoid speculation.

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

I think the fascination with zombies is that they don't obey the rules of monsters. The first rule of monsters is that you have to go find them. You have to make a conscious choice to go to the swamp or the desert or the abandoned summer camp.