Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1)

by Isaac Marion

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

Music? Music is life! It’s physical emotion—you can touch it! It’s neon ecto-energy sucked out of spirits and switched into sound waves for your ears to swallow.

“All the shitty stuff people do to themselves . . . it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.”