Mira Grant

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

My mother once told me that no woman is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot -- in this case, my brother, Shaun -- deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

Words have power.

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing.
I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.