In my personal life, I'm a comic novel. But then, so are we all, because we're human beings.

Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.

We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.

Some lives, conducted with grace, are beautiful arcs bridging this world to eternity.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

We have a responsibility to stand watch over one another, we are watchers, all of us, watchers, guarding against the darkness.