Comic: The walking dead (The Walking Dead)

Only she can hear? Neither you... or mom... or anyone else can't I normally see. Only she really looks at me like I'm normal. She is not frightened and do not mind how I look. She was not ashamed.

People had previously died. People die all the time.. people will always die. This can't be changed is no one to stop.

When something looks too good to be true... that's usually the way it is.

Problem brilliant assholes that are stupid assholes they sometimes seem to be crazy assholes.

You listen and seem to not judge me. You know, this is the most important thing in friendship is not to condemn.

- Align the gun so you saw this little thing on the end of the gun, between these two, which are on your side... then, focus on what you want to shoot... and shoot.
- A complete lack of faith in me. Very invigorating. Continue in the same spirit. You just gave me the normal ammo? I would fall from time to time.
- Try to throw them a gun, then maybe it will.

We don't have any rules on this case. If we're going to start a new life here, to try to recreate a society we need to come up with rules.
- You killed? You died. Easier to nowhere.

Allen, are you okay?
I don't know, Rick. So been a while since I had my own point of view on "OK".

Well, you know, the New year is the feeling of loneliness is particularly acute... I listened to him with an open mouth... Everything about him seemed perfect, and when the clock struck midnight, I had someone to kiss.

Just don't understand why we have to do the Laundry, while they're hunting? I wonder if when this is all over, we still have the right to vote.
- Are you serious? Don't know about you, but I don't know how to shoot... and haven't even tried ever. Honestly, I never would trust any of them to wash my underwear. Rick and in the washing machine to wash could not. He simply would not know what to do. And it's not about women's rights. Just need to see the truth and do what you need.

You know... not a bad idea. Talking about the happiest moment in my life to distract me from all the shit that I've seen in recent days.
<...> You know... I was thinking... of talking about the good times it only gets worse.

How many times can you afford to lose the bit of soul, before we cease to feel human?