"Could one die from boredom, she wondered? From complete, oppressive, crushing, unmitigated boredom, the likes of which made all other boredom seem like ecstasy’s sweet thrilling embrace? And in such a case, if one happened to have a life insurance policy, would it pay?"

“Zombies are soulless creatures, and being soulless has been empirically proven to result in an unpleasant disposition.”

“Emily stared into the middle distance, trying to ignore the fact that the men were looking at her like a cupcake on a plate.”

“In New Bethel, we take the word serious. We whip whores, we hang thieves, and we burn sorcerers.”

““Ever mind the Rule of Three...Three times what thou givest returns to thee.”

“Nothing is ever what you want it to be. The harder you grab for it, the more deeply it cuts. And it mocks you for being foolish enough to reach for it at all. You come to fear touching anything at all, because you know that if you do, it will become terrible.”

“Emily pounded on the door, assuming it would do no good, but finding the act of pounding very satisfying indeed.”