I’d once again see that bob of blonde hair back on my pillow, that pink hot smile beaming toward me as I heroically win her heart in some kind of Count of Monte Cristo or Great Gatsby-esque gesture… you know minus the long imprisonment or swimming pool death!
— Tom ConradThey all call me 'Excuse me,' even though my nametag clearly says 'Jordan.' It's like people don't actually exist while they're working. Workers are just tools who aren't supposed to have feelings or personalities. You don't become human until your shift is over. Until then, we're all just zombies. We're dead to the world: infected people who need to be avoided, unless, of course, someone needs to know where the paintbrushes are located.
— J. Cornell MichelPeople whose imaginations are infected with fear die sooner out of incurable failure.
— Israelmore Ayivor