Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1)

by Isaac Marion

I AM DEAD, but it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to live with it.

a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can’t smile, because your lips have rotted off.

I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else’s, because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.

Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

Breathing is optional, but I need some air.

I grab my stomach again. “Feel empty. Feel . . . dead.” He nods. “Marr . . . iage.”

But I’m not afraid of the skeletons in Julie’s closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.