Browsing Topic Best Zombie Quotes

Zombies dont mess with other zombies.

Can you harness the power of drugs without them taking over, without turning into a dazed zombie?

Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly.

Culture is just a shambling zombie that repeats what it did in life; bits of it drop off, and it doesn’t appear to notice.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

She pictured herself running from a hoard of ravenous zombies on a hot day eventually collapsing from heatstroke and getting devoured. Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.

The strangest thing is at tea breaks, or coffee breaks or lunch, you forget you’re a zombie. And you’re talking about politics to somebody at the table and you forget that you have a bullet hole in your forehead.

I have a screened in porch, and it’s nice to curl up with a book outside when it’s raining, especially an old battered classic like ‘Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.

Of course, REAL zombies never get the giggles when they look at each other.

I’d never consciously left home to see a zombie movie. They were fine by me, but I had no intention of ever being in one. But I’ve been learning more about it as I’ve been doing interviews. I didn’t even know there were specialist zombie magazines and clubs. I heard the other day that a radio station had asked people if they`d made preparations for an attack by zombies, and a staggering number of people replied yes!

I loved killing zombies in ‘Day of the Dead.’ I basically welcome anything that involves being dirty or bloody or shooting guns.

Live and act within the limit of your knowledge and keep expanding it to the limit of your life. Redeem your mind from the hockshops of authority. Accept the fact that you are not omniscient, but playing a zombie will not give you omniscience-that your mind is fallible, but becoming mindless will not make you infallible-that an error made on your own is safer than ten truths accepted on faith, because the first leaves you the means to correct it, but the second destroys your capacity to distinguish truth from error.

I like to be nice. I want to be a hero. I want to save people. Or just kill zombies, because they deserve it, because they’re already dead and they can’t feel it. They don’t have feelings.

I’m into ‘The Walking Dead,’ ‘Shaun of the Dead,’ obviously, and I’ve seen all the Romero movies. I am a classic zombie queen. And I love the White Walkers on ‘Game of Thrones.’ Weirdly, it wasn’t until pretty late in life that I found my entry point into horror films.

I was just walking around like a zombie..I really had no idea what I was doing.. But the best thing that I did do was leave and get the hell out of there. I have no regrets.

I loved Jack because of every little thing about him. The way he laughed, the way he made me smile, the way he’d stay up until nine in the morning watching zombie movies he’d seen a hundred times, and the way he could never hold a grudge. I loved him because I loved him, not because it was fate or destiny or in my blood, We had chosen each other, and that felt more powerful and more magical.

Calvin the zombie searches for food. Horribly, the undead feed upon the living! …Although, in a pinch, a PBJ will do, if you eat it messily enough.

My sense of humor keeps me from committing atrocities! I love rearranging words and destroying language and the established forms of art and music/challenging the reasoning of others. I’m not satisfied with the state of humanity. If I must live on the same planet as Mr and Mrs out of touch, I will do whatever I can to jolt their zombie-ass skulls from the upside-down veal market they hang from.

In Technologized Desire, the cultural pathologies that mark the panic ecstasy and terminal doom of the posthuman condition are powerfully rehearsed in the language of science fiction. Here, images of prosthetic subjects, zombies, cut-ups and armies of the medieval dead actually slip off the pages of literature to become the terminal hauntology of these technologized times. Technologized Desire is nothing less than a brilliant data screen of future memories. Read it well: it’s a survival guide for bodies flatlined by the speed of accelerating technology.

This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn’t on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.

This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

Secularism, materialism, and the intrusive presence of things have put out the light in our souls and turned us into a generation of zombies.

A person deprived of beauty and pleasure puts me in mind of the Haitian notion of a zombie – a person disconnected from his or her soul, a person who works for others’ profit but never his own, a person who mindlessly does the bidding of the boss and exists in an emotional and mental limbo.

The zombie sex, I have no idea. It must be like tantric sex.

When life gives you lemons, throw them at the zombies.

When we usually think of fears, in comics or in films, it’s most often fears on a relatively superficial level: fear of murderous insects, of ghosts, of zombies, or even fear of dying.

We fear death so profoundly, not because it means the end of our body, but because it means the end of our consciousness – better to be a spirit in Heaven than a zombie on Earth.

I wanted to be a disgusting, oozing zombie, not a sexy, cleavage zombie, which is what I was expecting, given my previous film work.

The purpose of man’s life…is to become an abject zombie who serves a purpose he does not know, for reasons he is not to question.

The good, say the mystics of spirit, is God, a being whose only definition is that he is beyond man’s power to conceive — a definition that invalidates man’s consciousness and nullifies his concepts of existence. The good, say the mystics of muscle, is Society — a thing which they define as an organism that possesses no physical form, a super-being embodied in no one in particular and everyone in general except yourself…. The purpose of man’s life, say both, is to become an abject zombie who serves a purpose he does not know, for reasons he is not to question.

Some of the key components, we wanted it to be so far into the future that you weren’t talking about our time. I was joking that the AMC cinematic universe is after the zombie apocalypse by hundreds and hundreds of years.

If ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,’ how do you explain zombies?

I came up with an idea to turn the cliché inside out: instead of humans threatened by zombies, what if a sympathetic zombie was threatened by humans?

One mind awake can become stronger than a thousand zombies sleepwalking in a dying civilization.

The best was The Yardbirds. I still love The Yardbirds and The Zombies.