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.

My coping mechanism with my dyslexia is to use wit and humor.

They didn't break me. I broke myself.

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

If I thought there was any hope of turning 'World War Z' into a movie, I wouldn't have written it as a giant, epic, global story, because that requires a giant, epic, global budget.

Organize before they rise!