Jonathan Maberry

I've managed to stay alive out here in the Ruin because I'm a realist. I allow the truth to be the truth, no matter how much I might want it to be something else.

— Jonathan Maberry

My favorite monster has always been the zombie. They are so much fun. They can be scary, pathetic, sad, funny, tragic, even heroic. Furthermore, they are the most elastic monster because, even with all of that, they don't interfere with telling stories about the humans. Furthermore, they serve as threats and metaphors, but they allow the story to be about people.

— Jonathan Maberry

Nix still held Benny's hand, and her grip tightened to an almost crushing force, grinding his hand bones together. It hurt, but Benny would rather have cut that hand off than take it back at that moment. If it helped Nix through this, he'd give her a pair of pliers and a vise so she could do a proper job.

— Jonathan Maberry

Reporters trade in pain. It sells papers. Everyone knows that.

— Jonathan Maberry

Revenge is an infection of the spirit.

— Jonathan Maberry

She looked like a character from a video game. One of those improbably busty, impossibly well-armed super chicks who could do acrobatics and hit the kill zone even while firing guns from both hands during a cartwheel. "You look fucking ridiculous," she told herself.

— Jonathan Maberry

So is that it? Will I have to live the rest of my life like this? Not doing the right thing? Not saying the right words?"" That's your choice. You can't change the past. Ah, but the future. . .you own the future." The Green man smiled. "So, you tell me. . .what choice do you want to make now?

— Jonathan Maberry

Sometimes there aren't words, Benny knew. Sometimes there are hurts so deep that they exist in a country that has no spoken language, a place where all landscapes are blighted and no sun ever shines. Benny had left his footprints in the dust of that place.

— Jonathan Maberry

The economy blows, or don't you read the papers?"" Who reads the fucking papers? News is free on the internet.

— Jonathan Maberry

[Therapist and friend, with a voice like Raul Julia during his Gomez Adam’s days] Rudy studied my face, “I have a two o’clock open on Tuesday.” I sighed, “Yeah, ok. Tuesday at two.” He nodded, pleased. “Bring Starbucks.”“Sure, what do you want?”“My usual. Iced halfway ristretto quad grade two-pump raspberry two percent no whip light ice with caramel drizzle three-and-a-half-pump white mocha.”“Is any of that actually coffee?”“More or less.”“And you think I’m damaged …

— Jonathan Maberry