‎And when this intoxication has worn away... when every desire is fulfilled and every language learned- when there are no more distant cities to explore; no classics to be studied; not another coin to be stuffed in to one's coffers- what then? One can have all the comforts of the world, but what use are they if there is no comfort in them?

I think zombies have always been an easy metaphor for hard times. Because they're this big, faceless, brainless group of evil things that will work tirelessly to destroy you and think of nothing else.

We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.

Abraham," he said. "I'm pleased to see you alive, old friend." "And I to see you dead.

If you write really good material, the rest just falls into place. There's really no trick to it.

And I like a mouse who has taken a cat for its tutor.

Contrary to his infallibly "honest" image, Abe wasn't above lying so long as it served a noble purpose.