The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

I am your number one fan.

At bottom, you see, we are not Homo sapiens as all. Our core is madness. The prime directive is murder. What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle. And that is what the Pulse exposed five days ago.

Invitation to Dance-It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom.But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark.May I have the pleasure?

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.