Occupation: Writer Birth: 1981
Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written..
It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end..
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked..
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrat….
I wince at her use of the word "human." I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist..
I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls fin….
The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying..
Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time..
The sports arena Julie calls home is unaccountably large, perhaps one of those dual-event 'super venues' built for an era when the greatest quandary ….
My favorite songs change every year..
No praise, no blame. Just so..
I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood..
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive..
My "heart". Does that pitiful organ still represent anything? It lies motionless in my chest, pumping no blood, serving no purpose, and yet my feelin….
But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bo….
What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?.
We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next..
I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the….
...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No..
I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents..
It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once..