“Hey, controlling a zombie horde is hard work. I'd punch a nun for a cheeseburger right about now.”

“This is crap," Shaun said, withdrawing his arm."Right," I agreed. "Absolutely fucking crap.""No argument.""I want to punch somebody right about now.""Not it," Rick said."I punch back," Steve said.”

“Hey!' she said, punching Hanna's arm hard. 'Where have you been, bitch? I've been looking all over for you!”

“Where did you find that one?""I have no idea. I'm a magnet for crazies, I guess.""They must be able to sense a kindred spirit.""Your one to talk. Don't you have more hordes of the undead to lead in a glorious revolution?""Zombies not undead. There's a fine distinction. And no. Right now I'm scouting new talent. The glorious revolution comes tomorrow.”

“Myrnin:I could murder a cheeseburger right nowOliver:focus ya fool”

“This is the thing about life I've never really understood until now: we try so hard to control it, but bad things happen anyway. The only real control is an anti-control, a letting go.”