A person deprived of beauty and pleasure puts me in mind of the Haitian notion of a zombie - a person disconnected from his or her soul, a person who works for others' profit but never his own, a person who mindlessly does the bidding of the boss and exists in an emotional and mental limbo.
I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.
Don't worry about your father. He's a perfectly contented, self-sufficient zombie.
I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.
Kellis-Amberlee is a fact of existence. You live, you die, and then you come back to life, get up, and shamble around trying to eat your former friends and loved ones. That’s the way it is for everyone.
It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.
To put on a performance, you have to be emotional. You can't be a zombie.
The strangest thing is at tea breaks, or coffee breaks or lunch, you forget you're a zombie. And you're talking about politics to somebody at the table and you forget that you have a bullet hole in your forehead.
As soon as I knew that I would be all right, I was sure that I was dead and didn't know it. I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence. I waited for the moment that would snap me out of my seeming life.
