She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. “I hear your heart,” she said. “Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I’m not undead?
Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.
Europe is so much the home of Horror, with its myths of vampires, werewolves, witchcraft and the undead, yet it's like those myths were exported to Hollywood, leaving Europe the room to develop a new tradition as a way of processing its traumas, particularly the two world wars.
Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.
I like not being dead. Anything beyond that is just icing on the cake. My undead cake of livingness.
It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.
Most of the upper management of I. S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.
Very well! he said. You shall prove your worth by facing me in a joust! I'd never heard of an undead lich king challenging someone to a joust. Especially not in a subterranean burial chamber. All right, I said uncertainly. But won't we be needing horses for that? Not horses, he replied, stepping away from his throne. Birds.
As I made my way through 'On Line,' the austere, stridently dogmatic, sometimes revelatory exhibition 'about line' at MoMA, I found myself thinking, 'Someone please wake me when the seventies are over!' In the empire of curators, the sun never sets on the seventies. It is the undead decade.
Robert Pattinson is rebel cool incarnated -- the James Dean of the undead.
You can't allow everybody in London to know that the undead exist.
I will not negotiate with the undead!
The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.
He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.
You stole from a member of the undead
I so owed Arianna, that undead little genius.
I grew up hearing about the walking undead. I had a fascination with it as a child.
He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.
Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead. " I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me.
Calvin the zombie searches for food. Horribly, the undead feed upon the living!. . . Although, in a pinch, a PBJ will do, if you eat it messily enough.
