Jonathan Maberry Quotes

I’m not sure I could trust a man who would bypass an Oreo in favor of vanilla wafers. It’s a fundamental character flaw, possibly a sign of true evil.

There are moments that define a person's whole life. MOMENTS in which everything they are and everything they may possibly become hinge on a single decision.

Often it was the most unlikely people who found within themselves a spark of something greater. It was probably always there, but most people are never tested, and they go through their whole lives without ever knowing that when things are at their worst, they are at their best.

The truth is the truth. What changes is what we know about it and what we're willing to believe.

I've managed to stay alive out here in the Ruin because I'm a realist. I allow the truth to be the truth, no matter how much I might want it to be something else.

A wise man once said that we can't make anyone feel or do anything. We can throw things into the wind, but it's up to each person to decide how they want to react, where they want to stand when things fall.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

You have to keep your mind as wide-open as your eyes, because almost nothing is what it seems.

Sometimes people say terrible things when they're scared. They don't mean to, but they can't help it. They lash out because if they can see that their words hurt someone else, it makes them feel as if they aren't completely powerless.

Generosity could be as contagious as the zombie plague as long as enough people were willing to be carriers.

They won the war but lost the peace.

No matter what choice you make, it doesn't define you. Not forever. People can make bad choices and change their minds and hearts and do good things later; just as people can make good choices and then turn around and walk a bad path. No choice we make lasts our whole life. If there's ever a choice you've made that you no longer agree with, you can make another choice.

Closure isn't closure until someone's ready to close the door.

Guilt and rage, hatred and fear were pathways to weakness and clumsy choices.

Rage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.

Suffering is easier to endure when shared.

Point is, people lie a lot. Sometimes out of habit. Not many people are good at telling the truth.

It's just that I'm fifteen, and I have this crazy idea I might actually have a life in front of me. I don't see how it's going to do me much good to believe that the world is over and this is just an epilogue.

Things said and done innocently should never be used as weapons.

Yo! Deadheads," he yelled, waving his sword to taunt them. "Nice try, but you're messing with Benny-freaking-Imura, zombie killer. Booyah!

When you have to kill the same terrorist twice in one week, then there's either something wrong with your skills or something wrong with your world. And there's nothing wrong with my skills.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.

She wept for the hurt that he owned, a hurt she could never hope to remove.

Sometimes shame is a more powerful engine than rage.