I'm a decent sprinter and I can gun a motorcycle from zero to suicidal in less than ten seconds.

How many miles to Babylon? Three-score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been.” –Enid Healy

If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.

One man's trash is another man's treasure is a third man's raw materials for their planet-buster earthquake machine.

The one thing I have absolute faith in is mankind's capacity to make things worse. No matter how bad it gets, we're all happy to screw each other over. It's enough to make me wonder if we should have let the zombies win.