You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

The government says Rant's alive because they need a villain. The kids say he's alive because they need a hero.

These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics.

People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.

I try to tell a story the way someone would tell you a story in a bar, with the same kind of timing and pacing.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

Everything is still falling apart.