“Still cries at a good film,Still kisses with saliva,No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,That's driven into frozen winter shit(The ability to laugh at weakness),Calm,Fitter,Healthier and more productiveA pig in a cage on antibiotics.”
“But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...”
“The only good cage is an empty cage.”
“More than anything in this world, I wish I had been born rich. It would have made up for everything. I'd still be ugly, sure, but I'd be rich and ugly. I'd still be weak and dim and tongue-tied with women, but I'd be rich enough for them not to care. I'd no longer be a social misfit, I'd be eccentric. And most of all, I'd no longer be what I was, I'd be something different.”
“My nose was running, I couldn’t see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.”
“That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.”