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“Where does contagion end and art begin?”
― Neil Gaiman, M Is for Magic

“What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“You can’t get the blood out.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It's not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven't turned into monsters ourselves--survivor's guilt, that's called. And we feel a bit stupid that we didn't notice our own symptoms earlier. I mean, I'd been sort of wondering why the Atkins diet was giving me night vision. But that hadn't seemed like something to worry about...”
― Scott Westerfeld, Peeps

“This place is Hell’s waiting room.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“‘There’s no time for right or wrong,â€� I said.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte. We are all in the Dark, one with another. And, as the Inke stains the Paper on which it is spilt and slowly spreads to Blot out the Characters, so the Contagion of darkness and malefaction grows apace until all becomes unrecognizable. Thus it was with the Witches who were tryed by Swimming not long before, since once the Prosecution had commenced no Stop could be put to the raving Women who came forward: the number of Afflicted and Accused began to encrease and, upon Examination, more confess'd themselves guilty of Crimes than were suspected of. And so it went, till the Evil revealed was so great that it threatened to bring all into Confusion.

And yet in the way of that Philosophie much cryed up in London and elsewhere, there are those like Sir Chris. who speak only of what is Rational and what is Demonstrated, of Propriety and Plainness. Religion Not Mysterious is their Motto, but if they would wish the Godhead to be Reasonable why was it that when Adam heard that Voice in the Garden he was afraid unto Death? The Mysteries must become easy and familiar, it is said, and it has now reached such a Pitch that there are those who wish to bring their mathematicall Calculations into Morality, viz. the Quantity of Publick Good produced by any Agent is a compound Ratio of his Benevolence and Abilities, and such like Excrement. They build Edifices which they call Systems by laying their Foundacions in the Air and, when they think they are come to sollid Ground, the Building disappears and the Architects tumble down from the Clowds. Men that are fixed upon matter, experiment, secondary causes and the like have forgot there is such a thing in the World which they cannot see nor touch nor measure: it is the Praecipice into which they will surely fall.”
― Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor

“About 50 percent of politics is definitely obnoxious in as much as it poisons the utterly incompetent mind of the masses. We are on our guard against contagious diseases of the body, but we are exasperatingly careless when it comes to the even more dangerous collective diseases of the mind.”
― C.G. Jung

“The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“Greatness can be contagious, but first there must be contact.”
― TemitOpe Ibrahim

“Hate is contagious. A few seconds after Donald Trump has told me something hateful, somebody else repeats it. He has legitimized what people only dare say in their kitchens and bedrooms.”
― Jorge Ramos

“The biology majors among them would someday come to learn this fact: certain parasites can bend the behavior of their hosts to serve their own purposes. If viruses could do it, here is how it would look: seventeen people crowded into one small room, seventeen pairs of lungs breathing the same air, seventeen mouths drinking from the same two shot glasses, again and again, for hours.”
― Karen Thompson Walker, The Dreamers

“Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,â€� he said.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“It's a toxic world out there folks, use caution when connecting online & offline. There's a darker side to going viral with success. My expert advice is that people innoculate their understanding with plenty of time-tested social research specifically regarding the authentic social, emotional intelligence and mature personality values of any circle. Look beyond their talk, uncover their stalk. If the mind is darkened with character disEASE, the behavior will symptomatically follow...those whose mentality becomes infected by their obvious blight, easily become the host targets of their contagion.”
― Tracey Bond

“Like a piece of rotten meat which not only stinks right on its own surface but also surrounds itself with a stinking molecular cloud of stink, so, too, each island of the archipelago created and supported a zone of stink around itself. This zone, more extensive than the Archipelago itself, was the intermediate transmission zone between the small zone of each individual island and the Big Zone—the Big Camp Compound—comprising the entire country.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956: An Experiment in Literary Investigation, Books III-IV

“Communities have their own stories, and those stories are contagious.”
― Malcolm Gladwell, Revenge of the Tipping Point: Overstories, Superspreaders, and the Rise of Social Engineering

“Look beyond the talker, and uncover the stalker. If the mind is darkened with character disEASE, the behavior will symptomatically follow...those whose mentality becomes infected by their obvious blight, easily become the host targets of their contagion.”
― Tracey Bond

“God will always deny you things that appear like candy, yet coated with contagion.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

“Thea had never been attracted to people in that sense. There was a time in middle school when she’d wondered if something was wrong with her, if part of her heart was faulty for not lusting after this person or that, for failing to crush on someone from afar like her peers.”
― Erin Bowman, Immunity

“Mindfulness builds calmness, a more powerful contagion to beat crises.”
― Dr Prem Jagyasi

“Toutes les muqueuses du corps étaient exposées à la contagion. L’espace d’une personne à l’autre n’était que bouillie d’air, comme celle du créateur mélangeant à la poussière sa sainte bave d’araignée fileuse.
â€� En haut à gauche”
― Erri De Luca

“I stared in stoned awe at a beast with a body made of books, the head of an alligator, and teeth of broken piano keys. I gawked at a giant baby doll climbing the Eiffel Tower with thousands of spindly naked people flying out of its mouth. The visual journey ended with a serpentine creature whose lamprey mouth coiled around the door’s border as hundreds of tiny tendrils extended from the mouth’s center. The tendrils reached toward the baby doll and alligator book creature and its piano key teeth, while other nightmare beasts danced at their feet and in the background.”
― Chase Griffin, How To Play A Necromancer's Theremin

“Non-conformity is an illness. We’re possible sources of contagion.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease