Manel Loureiro Quotes

Their spirit was dead; they were completely destroyed, lost and broken, looking for a reason to live.

To Senka's great surprise, she exploded in a long electric orgasm that felt like freedom.

Those drugs in our backpacks are important, but this" - I helplessly pointed to the paintings around us - " this is just as important. It's our heritage, our legacy, the sum of who we are. When this is gone, in a few months or years, a part of us will be lost forever. Civilization won't shine quite as bright.

I also bought a ton of food for Lucullus, my Persian cat, who's been ignoring me lately.
Some girl kitty in the neighborhood must be in heat. Lucullus thinks it's his duty to shower her with his attention. He's constantly jumping the wall in search of adventure. That wall's ten feet high! What a guy won't do for a girl!

My legs are still shaking. I was gone for less than twenty minutes and only went about half a mile, but I feel like I'm back from a tour in Vietnam. This is really fucked up. I thought I'd feel like the hero of an action movie. Truth is, I feel like prey who doesn't know where the hunters are.

Some people say lawyers are sons of bitches. I won't argue with that. But when it comes time to negotiate, it's great to be a lawyer.

What was that all about? She looked like a pissed-off Siberian tiger."
"Believe me, Prit, a Siberian tiger is a pussycat compared to Lucia.

Lucullus certainly couldn't sail the boat. Cats make lousy sailors.

Was it Roosevelt who said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself"? But he was never locked in a store in the dark, pumped full of adrenaline, covered in motor oil, with dozens of eager monsters banging on the gate six feet away, determined to kill him. I'm sure he would've been afraid. Fucking afraid.

I'd just learned an important lesson. The undead weren't the only things that could kill me. Accidents, disease, hunger - all the normal causes of death - were just lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance. If I weren't careful, they'd catch me. I'd only been thinking about my stalkers. I'd forgotten something very basic: man is a fragile being.

I don't want to live in a place that saves my body but destroys my soul.

I have a theory that those mutants retain some memory of what they were in life, and that draws them to where they used to live. That's probably bullshit, but since I seem to be the only man alive, my theories are the best in this part of the world.

It's ironic. The poorest, most underdeveloped areas of the world are now humanity's last hope. The rest of the world is one huge hell where a handful of scattered survivors are trying to escape.

This is barbaric," Kate said in disbelief. "He was a charming, polite man.

Before the Apocalypse, the closest I'd gotten to death was buying steaks at the supermarket.

The world is no longer ours. It's theirs. How long will this situation last?

He accepted hard times with resignation, like his ancestors had done for centuries. He just gritted his teeth and kept moving because there was no way to turn back.

We never surrendered. We always kept in our hearts the most noble, beautiful feeling that sets human beings apart: hope.

Humanity was wiped off the map all because a band of wannabe jihadists couldn't read the warning labels on a freezer.

There's an old military saying that a plan only works perfectly when you try it out on the enemy.

I don't know if cats understand what their owners say, but they do have a strong survival instinct.

My balls shrank in terror. I was convinced we were going to die.

Pride is a ridiculous thing, but when you're in desperate straits and it's all you have left, it becomes your most valuable asset.

Humanity may have to live with them forever, unless we exterminate them... or they exterminate us.

Their slain also shall be cast out, and their stink shall come up out of their carcasses, and the mountains shall be melted with their blood.

I ran my hand over my face in disbelief. One minute I was thinking about the best way to end it all, and the next minute I was headed for Gulfport on a mule. My guardian angel was definitely working overtime.

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Back a mouse into a corner and he'll attack a lion.

Hell! We don't need an infection to exterminate the human race - we'll do it ourselves!

Despite all the shit we've been through, we still fall in love and have dreams. Even living the way we are, we survivors are fairly happy. Incredible, but true. Our will to live is so strong.

The spray, the fog, the night. A moisture that seeps into your bones with the boldness of a rooting weed. Dark water, turbid. Thousands of feet of abyss beneath the ship and somewhere, below, monsters.

They had just one goal. To survive.

It's official: we're fucked.

Now these things know I'm here. But I'm alive. And if you're alive, you can fight to live another day.