Walmart Quotes

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Ilona Andrews
“He hung his head. “Am I punished?” “Yes. I’m too mad to punish you right now. We’ll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We’re going to Wal-Mart.”
Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

Barry Unsworth
“The flood of cheap manufactures, for which the people have no need,destroys their industries. They become dependent on this trade and the demand for goods can only be met by enslaving their fellows.”
Barry Unsworth, Sacred Hunger

Tao Lin
“In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to music. Outside there were trees, a ditch, a bridge; another parking lot. It was very dark. Maybe the Sasquatch would run out from the woods. Chelsea wouldn’t be afraid. She would calmly watch the Sasquatch jog into the ditch then out, hairy and strong and mysterious—to be so large yet so unknown; how could one cope except by running?—smash through some bushes, and sprint, perhaps, behind Wal-Mart, leaping over a shopping cart and barking. Did the Sasquatch bark? It used to alarm Chelsea that this might be all there was to her life, these hours alone each day and night—thinking things and not sharing them and then forgetting—the possibility of that would shock her a bit, trickily, like a three-part realization: that there was a bad idea out there; that that bad idea wasn’t out there, but here; and that she herself was that bad idea. But recently, and now, in her car, she just felt calm and perceiving, and a little consoled, even, by the sad idea of her own life, as if it were someone else’s, already happened, in some other world, placed now in the core of her, like a pillow that was an entire life, of which when she felt exhausted by aloneness she could crumple and fall towards, like a little bed, something she could pretend, and believe, even (truly and unironically believe; why not?), was a real thing that had come from far away, through a place of no people, a place of people, and another place of no people, as a gift, for no occasion, but just because she needed—or perhaps deserved; did the world try in that way? to make things fair?—it.”
Tao Lin

Jeff Rubin
“At the end of the day, we supported globalization because we wanted to be able to buy cheaper computers, cheaper vehicles, cheaper clothes and cheaper furniture. Wal-Mart parking lots were jammed with North American workers buying bargain-basement-priced goods made in China even if in the process they were shopping themselves right out of their own jobs.”
Jeff Rubin, Why Your World Is About to Get a Whole Lot Smaller: Oil and the End of Globalization

Gard Skinner
“Those Walmarts weren't buildings, they were bunkers. Those weren't parking lots out front, they were kill zones.”
Gard Skinner, Game Slaves

D.J. MacHale
“Gotta love Walmart. Where else can you buy Fritos and bullets?”
D.J. MacHale, Storm

James Rozoff
“The town they entered differed little from any other he had been in lately. The ubiquitous Perkins, Applebees, Buffalo Wild Wings, Qdoba, and Panda Express were situated around the central hub that was Walmart, like appendages of some spider or octopus. Like some metastasizing tumor that threatened to overwhelm the town.”
James Rozoff, The Association

Karina Halle
“Wal-Mart was a living hell full of bad lighting, sad faces, and screaming children. We had only started getting them everywhere in Mexico a few years ago, but it was like all the American stereotypes followed them down here. This was one of the supercenters that had a McDonald’s in it and a produce section that pissed off all our farmers. It reeked of everything I hated.”
Karina Halle, Dirty Deeds

Alessandro Girola
“Tra gli zombie coi carrelli della spesa c'erano donne, uomini, un ragazzino sui quindici anni e un paio di anziani, di cui uno con una bombola d'ossigeno, che ancora gli penzolava in una sacca portata in spalla.
Ho visto alcuni Walmart del New Jersey frequentati da clienti dall'aspetto meno sveglio, e in quei casi si trattava di viventi”
Alessandro Girola, Zona Z