“The bites don’t turn you, but the infection’s not treatable. The infection kills you like anything else. Then it happens.”— Robert Kirkman, Dave Erickson, Liza Ortiz, Elizabeth Rodriguez, imdb.com
“Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand—the name appears Already written—wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart…”— Alexander Pope, poetryfoundation.org