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Quotes by Seth Grahame-Smith

We may all deserve hell, but some of us deserve it sooner than others.

Contrary to his infallibly honest image, Abe wasnt above lying so long as it served a noble purpose.

Men have enslaved each other since they invented gods to forgive them for doing it.

‎And when this intoxication has worn away... when every desire is fulfilled and every language learned- when there are no more distant cities to explore; no classics to be studied; not another coin to be stuffed in to ones coffers- what then? One can have all the comforts of the world, but what use are they if there is no comfort in them?

This is one hell of a suicide note.THE SUICIDE SOLILOQUY-Yes! Ive resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it;The heart Ill rush a dagger throughThough I in hell should rue it!Sweet steel! Come forth from out your sheath,And glistning, speak your powers;Rip up the organs of my breath,And draw my blood in showers!I strike! It quivers in that heartWhich drives me to this end;I draw and kiss the bloody dart,My last-my only friend!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.

What an excellent father you have, girls! said she, when the door was shut. Such joys are scarce since the good Lord saw fit to close the gates of Hell and doom the dead to walk amongst us.

Most men have no purpose but to exist, Abraham; to pass quietly through history as minor characters upon a stage they cannot even see. To be the playthings of tyrants. But you...you were born to fight tyranny.

But if you read Jane Austen, you know that she had a wicked sense of humor. Not only was she funny, but her early writing was very dark and had a gothic tone to it.

“Of all the weapons she had commanded, Elizabeth knew the least of love; and of all the weapons in the world, love was the most dangerous.”

“It is a strange thing how quickly our bodies die. How fragile a force our presence is. In an instant the soul is gone - leaving an empty, insignificant vessel in its stead. I have read of those sent to the gallows and guillotines of Europe. I have read of the great war of ages past and men slaughtered by the tens of thousands. And we give but fleeting consideration to such deaths, for it is our nature to banish such thoughts. But in doing so, we forget that they were each as alive as we, and the one length of rope - or bullet - or blade, took the whole of their lives in that one, fragile instant. Took their earliest days as swaddled infants, and their grayest unfulfilled futures. When one think of how many souls have suffered this fate in all of history - of the untold murders of untold men, women and children.. it is too much to bear.”