When an animal wants something, when it needs something, other things need to be stepped on.
We’re one percent of the prison population, 20% of the violence. Not because we want it, because it’s how it has to be. It’s how we f***ing survive. It’s how you f***ing survived.[to Mike]
We have to cling to something. If we don’t, the world descends into chaos.
We do what we need to do and then we get to live. But no matter what we find in DC, I know we’ll be okay. Because this is how we survive. We tell ourselves… that we are the walking dead.
We do what we must to survive. We compromise just enough to get by.
To elude a storm, you can either sail into it, or around it. But you must never await its coming.[to Viserys]
Things are different now. There are no nigg**s anymore. No dumb-as-s***, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There’s us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.
There’s a lot of dead bodies behind us. I think maybe the best way to honor them would be not to join them.[to BB]
There are no monsters. Beings do what needs to be done in order to survive.
The world shows no mercy. So why should we? Some people have it good, but the rest of us, we have to fight for every inch of what’s ours. Not just to score a point. For everything.[to Miguel]
Systems either change or die.
Survive. That is how you honor them. Teach others what you know. That is how you avenge them.
