Warm Bodies - Pg 121

Island avenue, where they built the courtyard for the community meetings, where "they" became "we," or so we believed. We cast our votes and raised our leaders, charming men and women with white teeth and silver tongues, and we shoved our many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us--they were human, and more importantly, so were we.