Character: Rick Grimes

You kill or you die, or you die and (then) you kill.

Sometimes I Wake up in the morning, almost expecting to see next to Lori, who will remind me to take Carl after school, or say that Breakfast is ready.
Every Sunday she cooked us pancakes, which is impossible. Just lumps of flour. And most importantly, she knew about it.
- And why continued?
Well, she wanted us to be a family, which on Sundays eating pancakes.

Don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're ready to shoot.

- We decided to postpone it for tomorrow.
- Tomorrow may not be.

- Begging makes no sense, right?
Yes.
- But you were able to kill us. There was some reason?
Cartridges do not want to spend.

- And who's frowning?
Gloomy uncle is you.
- Why do you paint me blue?
- He knows how to smile.
- And here is his big belly.
- Dad's big belly.

When I was a kid, my mother told me the story.
The Kingdom road went, and in the middle of it lay a stone. People just avoided him, but the horse broke legs and died, and the cart turned over. People have lost the goods which he carried for sale. It happened with one girl. Barrel of beer made by her family, fell and broke. Everything was filthy... It was the last chance for her family. They were starving, they had no money. She sat and cried, but Then she thought, why leave the stone? He can hurt anyone else. She began to dig the stone with his bare hands until they bled. Tried to get him out. It took hours. And then something flashed. It was a bag of gold. The king put the stone on the road, because I knew that the person who dug up, who do, deserves a reward. Deserves to have his life from now on was devoid of worries. Forever.

I don't know what feeling you're looking at me with sadness, with contempt, with pity, with love... Maybe it's just indifference.

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

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".

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.

- Think about the good. About puppies and kittens.
- About dead puppies and kittens.