Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

I don't know how anyone gets anything done in New York City. I vastly prefer living in the country. I just need a lot of quiet and solitude, and I'm so easily distracted. I mean, the Internet is enough to deal with.

Self-published media are really critical. It's so heartwarming that people are still doing it in this digital age. It's just really moving and exciting. You can't really replace a beautiful little mini-comic. It doesn't translate to the computer, you know? Handmade stuff has really given me hope for humanity.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

I never really read superhero stuff as a kid.