“And what goes on in the head of a walking dead man? What personal failure could he possibly fear more than death itself?”

“The dead walk among us. Zombies, ghouls — no matter what their label — these somnambulists are the greatest threat to humanity, other than humanity itself.”

“Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.”

“He tried to recall what he had read about the disease. Figures floated across his memory, and he recalled that some thirty or so great plagues known to history had accounted for nearly a hundred million deaths. But what are a hundred million deaths? When one has served in a war, one hardly knows what a dead man is, after a while. And since a dead man has no substance unless one actually sees him dead, a hundred million corpses broadcast through history are no more than a puff of smoke in the imagination.”

“Nothing could bother me more than the way a thing goes dead once it has been said.”

“What the common man calls Evil, he once told me, is nothing more than the fear of one’s own potential.”

“What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?”

“Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.”

“If a person has no hope, he is truly blessed because that person has no fear of failure.”

“Fear kills more dreams than failure ever will.”