"I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage."

"I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys"

"Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?"

"I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bite somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts" -Warm Bodies"

"I think I remember what love was like before. There were complex emotional and biological factors. We had elaborate tests to pass, connections to forge, ups and downs and tears and whirlwinds. It was an ordeal, an exercise in agony, but it was alive. The new love is simpler. Easier. But small."

"How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?"

"She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her.I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest."