History is full of examples of slaughter and victory.

— Bobby Adair

I went into the living room and looked down at my mother’s torn body and shook my head. It was surreal. I guess some people in that situation would have crumbled, some would have cried, but I’d emotionally disconnected from life a long time ago. For that, I had to thank the skeletal bitch on the floor, with her greedy rodent soul and her short-tempered ape-mate in the kitchen. If anything, her death was a belated answer to old prayers, with a bit of an unexpected mess.

— Bobby Adair

Man, I’m just trying to get you lighten up a bit.” “Murphy, we’re looking at a thousand rotting corpses. Lighten up?” “Life is what you make it, man.

— Bobby Adair

My hands felt electrically charged. My blood was ready to burst from my veins and my heart was beating a manic rhythm. I was frightened out of my wits, but I was catching a familiar, addictive adrenaline wave. I was ready to taunt the reaper.

— Bobby Adair

Pain today, pussy tomorrow.

— Bobby Adair

So fuck Dan. Fuck the police. Fuck the doctors. Fuck Jerome. And fuck the infected!

— Bobby Adair

Some thoughts should never be conceived. Some questions should never be asked, because they have no answer, and the questions themselves serve only to haunt with grinding guilt and second guessing.

— Bobby Adair

The only people in the whole world that Salem loved had been killed by the virus that traveled to America in his own blood.

— Bobby Adair