America Is Thataway, Mr. Lincoln," Laughed Davis,

‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?

Thank You, Sir, But I Am Perfectly Content Being The Bride Of Death.

I Think Zombies Have Always Been An Easy Metaphor For Hard Times. Because They're This Big, Faceless, Brainless Group Of Evil Things That Will Work Tirelessly To Destroy You And Think Of Nothing Else.

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.

So I Suggest You Stick Close, Pay Attention, And Avoid Breaking The Terrorverse's Only Commandment: Thou Shall Not Be Stupid.