I wrote 'The Zombie Survival Guide' because I wanted to read it, and nobody else was writing it. All I've been doing with everything I've written is answering questions that I had.

Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they're used.

My coping mechanism with my dyslexia is to use wit and humor.

You can't blame anyone else, ... , no one but yourself. You have to make your own choices and live every agonizing day with the consequences of those choices.

Hooking on scuba gear and blindly diving into zombie-infested water is a wonderful way to mix the two childhood terrors of being eaten and drowning.

Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

There comes a point where emotions must give way to objective facts.

Zombies let us explore notions of the apocalypse - no water, food, medical care, the government imploding - while letting us sleep at night.

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts

Fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe...Turn on the TV...What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products.

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

After a certain point, all natural bodily changes are for the worst.

Perpetual possibilities exist to win the game of life.

It's better to be the hero of your own story than to become the villain of someone else's.

And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.

You can just sit in here, impervious and invisible. So invisible you might even forget yourself.

I'm reading Barnaby Rudge, one of the less well-known Dickens novels. I've been a life-long lover of Charles Dickens ever since I think A Tale of Two Cities was the first Dickens novel I read.

May I be at peace. May I awaken to the light of my own true nature. May I be healed and may I be the source of healing for others.

...She felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing. She was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her life.

The closer you get to your dream, the more your personal legend becomes your real reason for living.