I'd like to do something to help the worst afflicted, but I can't. It's not possible to save everybody. Even heroes have their all-too-human limits.

But I don't think Art's an Einstein - he likes tugging ears, biting people and burping too much to be a genius.

I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I'd lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I had finally come home.

But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in.

Maybe we should wait....wait for him to kill another five or six, huh?

Life is a challenge" he once told me, "and only those who rise to the challenge truly know what it means to live.

What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs." "We don't grow fangs you idiot!