How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Part.Paragraph)
Quote #1
These [refugees] were desperate. They were trapped between their infections and being rounded up and "treated" by their own government. If you had a loved one, a family member, a child, who was infected, and you thought there was a shot of hope in some other country, wouldn't you do everything in your power to get there? Wouldn't you want to believe there was hope? (2.2.18)
Deon Jackson once sang that love makes the world go 'round. Here, tragically, love helps the zombie apocalypse go 'round … the world.
Quote #2
You'd hear banging from a car's boot, or, later, from crates and airholes in the backs of vans. Airholes… they really didn't know what was happening to their loved ones. (2.2.38)
They say love isn't about changing people but about accepting them as they are. Perhaps an exception should be made for zombification.
Quote #3
Public support must be husbanded as a finite national resource. […] America is especially sensitive to war weariness, and nothing brings on a backlash like the perception of defeat. I say "perception" because America is a very all-or-nothing society. We like the big win, the touchdown, the knockout in the first round. (3.2.22)
People loving their country isn't a bad thing. It can be quite positive. But when that love shifts to jingoism, it can become something less than great for all involved, including the jingoist.
Quote #4
All I did was what any of us are ever supposed to do. I chased my dream, and I got my slice. (3.3.29)
Like love of country, love of one's self probably shouldn't cross a certain line. How do you know when you've crossed said line? If, like Breckinridge "Breck" Scott you've ever claimed to save everyone from a zombie apocalypse but really only profited from it, chances are you crossed it.
Quote #5
He insists that Redeker's lifelong jihad against emotion was the only way to protect his sanity from the hatred and brutality he witnessed on a daily basis. (5.1.20)
Redeker seems to be void of all emotion and humanity and love. But maybe his plan showed the ultimate love, because he had to make the hardest decision to save millions by killing thousands (or save billions by killing millions; we're not really clear on the numbers here). It's, erm, tough love.
Quote #6
All I could think of was getting out of there, far enough away to maybe avoid the nuclear blast. I still feel guilty about those thoughts, caring only for myself in a moment like that. (5.5.17)
Survivor's guilt could be seen as a form of love—a love for your fellow man that turns to guilt when you feel you failed them by surviving.
Quote #7
When I heard about it, something snapped. Like the time I made my first Super 8 short and screened it for my parents. This I can do, I realized. This enemy I can fight! (6.4.3)
Here, we see art as a product of Roy Elliot's desire to do something loving for his fellow man. Art becomes literally life sustaining in this chapter.
Quote #8
Maybe she was just a scared, lonely voice that did what she could to help another scared lonely voice from ending up like her. Who cares who she was, or is? She was there when I needed her, and for the rest of my life, she'll always be with me. (6.5.108)
Is this a stranger showing love for Eliopolis, or Eliopolis showing love for herself? We can't say, so that'll depend on you're reading of that particular story.
Quote #9
In a sense, it is they who are ruled by us, instead of the other way around, and they must sacrifice everything, everything, to shoulder the weight of this godlike burden. Otherwise, what's the flipping point? Just scrap the whole damn tradition, roll out the bloody guillotine, and be done with it altogether. (7.1.41)
Remember how love of a nation can sometimes be crippling? Well, here's your counter example: sometimes can even be worth self-sacrifice.
Quote #10
Who could suffer that kind of loss and come out in one piece? Anyone who could wouldn't have made a handler in the first place. That's what made us our own breed, that ability to bond so strongly with something that's not even our own species. (8.3.39)
Got to give some time for love of the fuzzy-wuzzy-cuddly cuties that are the dogs… sorry don't know what came over us there. But seriously, we've got to give props to the love between a dog and his handler.