This was a normal town once, and we were normal people. Most of us worked at the plastics factory on the outskirts of town. Then one day there was an accident... Something escaped from the factory, a yellow gas. It floated over the town so fast that we didn't see it, didn't realize... And then it was too late, and Dark Falls wasn't a normal town anymore.
— R.L. StineIf I had spoken to him out loud, he would have understood the tragic fate of those who came back, left over, living dead. You must look at them carefully. Their appearance is deceptive. They are smugglers. They look like the others. They eat, they laugh, they love. The seek money, fame, love. Like the other. But it isn't true; they are playing, sometimes without even knowing it. Anyone who has seen what THEY have seen cannot be like the others, cannot laugh, love, pray, bargain, suffer, have fun, or forget. Like the others. You have to watch them carefully when they pass by an innocent-looking smokestack, or when they lift a piece of bread to their mouths. Something in them shudders and makes you turn your eyes away. These people have been amputated; they haven't lost their legs or eyes, but their will and their taste for life. The things they have seen will come to the surface again sooner or later. And then the world will be frightened and won't dare look these spiritual cripples in the eye.
— Elie WieselWhat's the use of life without health? It's like living dead.
— Bangambiki HabyarimanaThere is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.
— Anthon St. MaartenA country where people are afraid of even their own shadows is surely a country of dictatorship! In such vile countries there are two groups of people: The zombies, the living-dead who serve the dictator and the rest, the clever and honourable people who fight for their freedom!
— Mehmet Murat ildanFeelings of any kind are not known to the walking dead. Every form of psychological warfare, from attempts at enraging the undead to provoking pity have all met with disaster. Joy, sadness, confidence, anxiety, love, hatred, fear—all of these feelings and thousands more that make up the human “heart” are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity’s greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever.
— Max BrooksPoverty is what you see in the eyes of a Black child living in the squatter camp.Matsime Simon Mohapi.
— Matsime Simon MohapiSo many people die though they live, and it is not as if they don’t have life; they only refuse to keep breathing!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah