I Like My Zombies Slow And I

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.

I Think Zombies Have Always Been An Easy Metaphor For Hard Times. Because They're This Big, Faceless, Brainless Group Of Evil Things That Will Work Tirelessly To Destroy You And Think Of Nothing Else.

So Long As This Country Is Cursed With Slavery, So Too Will It Be Cursed With Vampires.

Most Men Have No Purpose But To Exist, Abraham; To Pass Quietly Through History As Minor Characters Upon A Stage They Cannot Even See

Pride And Prejudice' - Perhaps More Than Any Other Jane Austen Book - Is Engrained In Our Literary Consciousness.