Feed (Newsflesh #1)

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

...although I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own Machete and blood testing unit.

Are you ever not a pessimist?"

"Sometimes. But then I wake up.

Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing.
I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go.

He'll die first, we both know it, but I don't know... I really don't know how long I'll stay alive without him. That's the part Shaun doesn't know. I don't intend to be an only child for long.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

I am, in fact, immortal when annoyed.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

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

I’m also fascinated by the difference between terror and fear. Fear says, “Do not actually put your hand in the alligator,” while terror says, “Avoid Florida entirely because alligators exist.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Me, I say those are all great things to live for, if they're what happens to float your boat, but at the end of the day, there's got to be somebody you're doing it for. Just one person you're thinking of everytime you make a decision, everytime you tell the truth, or tell a lie, or anything.
I've got mine. Do you?

My father has always had just one piece of advice about zombies and ammunition, one he’s drilled into my head enough times that it’s managed to stick: When you have one bullet left and there’s no visible way out of the shit you’re standing in, save it for yourself. It’s better than the alternative.

My mother once told me that no woman is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

People crave fear.

Post-traumatic shock,' said Shaun. 'He thinks he's a boa constrictor.

Rick stared at him. "Your brother is an alien."
"Yeah, but he's a cute one.

Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It's creeping me out.

That,' he said, with almost religious fever, 'was the coolest thing you have ever done. In fact, that may have been the coolest thing you ever will do. Your entire existence has been moving toward one shining moment, George, and that was the moment when you thought, 'Hey, why don't I just go over the zombies?

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

There will always be people for whom hate is easier when it’s not backed up by anything but fear.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

This is the truth: We are a nation accustomed to being afraid. If I’m being honest, not just with you but with myself, it’s not just the nation, and it’s not just something we’ve grown used to. It’s the world, and it’s an addiction. People crave fear. Fear justifies everything. Fear makes it okay to have surrendered freedom after freedom, until our every move is tracked and recorded in a dozen databases the average man will never have access to. Fear creates, defines, and shapes our world, and without it, most of us would have no idea what to do with ourselves. Our ancestors dreamed of a world without boundaries, while we dream new boundaries to put around our homes, our children, and ourselves. We limit our potential day after day in the name of a safety that we refuse to ever achieve. We took a world that was huge with possibility, and we made it as small as we could.

We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.

You can't kill the truth.