However, it has long been said that "my enemy's enemy is my friend. — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share Image
I think zombies have always been an easy metaphor for hard times. Because they're this big, faceless, brainless group of evil things that will… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
put the car in "d" set the compass to "n" and get the "f"out of there — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“I think common-looking people are the best in the world. That's why the Lord makes so many of them.” — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
If you write really good material, the rest just falls into place. There's really no trick to it. — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
No ninjas! How was that possible? Five daughters brought up at home without any ninjas! I never heard of such a thing. Your mother… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“Elisabeth and Darcy merely looked at one another in awkward silence, until the latter reached both arms around her. She was frozen. "What does… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“The one thing people loved more than an outlaw was seeing him punished.” — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it to him. 'Your balls, Mr. Darcey?'He reached out and closed her hand around… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“An empty theater is a promise unfulfilled.In a few hours, everything around him would be light and noise. Laughter and applause. Colorful people packed… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“For every rod of wet bamboo upon the student's back, the teacher deserves two.” — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“Depart then, impious one! Depart, accursed one! Depart with all your deceits, for God has willed that man should be his temple!” — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
I want to be judged harshly because that forces me to really sit down and focus. — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
If you're Stephen King and you have a massive body of huge-selling well-respected work, you can pivot and do whatever you want. I don't… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
“Without death life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that could never be sung. For how would… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share
