In this life now, you kill or you die. “¦Or you die and you kill.
“They deserve what they got. They weren’t human to begin with.”
“I know you. I know who you are. You said you’d turn yours on at dawn. That’s what you said. And then I hadn’t worked up to it yet. And then.. I did. On the roof. Every morning for days, for weeks, me and my boy. And then me. Just static there. Nothing but static. […]
“Lost more than the good book there for a while. Lost my way. “˜And if your right hand offend you, cut it off, and cast it from you: for it is profitable for you that one of your members should perish, and not that your whole body should be cast into hell.’ Matthew 5:29-30.”
“He had fishtanks full of heads. Walkers and humans. He’s coming.”
It’s easy to forget how loud the world used to be. I used to complain about it all the time “¦ Oh, what I wouldn’t give for the sweet sound of a jumbo jet.
The Walking Dead wrapped up the first part of the third season last week. While there are no new episodes to discuss, that doesn’t mean there isn’t plenty to talk about.
Tomorrow we bury our dead and endure, but I won’t. I can’t. Because I’m afraid. That’s right. I’m afraid of terrorists who will want what we have. Want to detour us! Or worse, because one of these terrorist is our own”¦
It’s run by this guy who calls himself the Governor. Pretty boy. He’s a charming, Jim Jones type.
“I thought it was … I made a deal with myself. I would keep you alive. I’d find a place. I would fix that.” “Then, I couldn’t open that door. I couldn’t risk it. I was keeping you alive. Carl… the baby. There’s never this.”
“…little ass kicker…”
It’s so easy to do the wrong thing in this world. So if it feels wrong, don’t do it, all right? If it feels easy, don’t do it. Don’t let the world swallow you. You’re so good, my sweet boy. You’re the best thing I ever did. I love you. Goodnight, love.
I know that I’m a shitty wife and I’m not winning any Mother of the Year awards, but I need you to know that not for one second do I think there’s malice in your heart, so do whatever you gotta do to keep this crib safe, and do it with a clear conscience.
But since it falls unto my lot/That I should rise and you should not/I gently rise and softly call/Good night and joy be with you all