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

I'll sit in the park and feed the pigeons for a while.' We don't have pigeons.' Then I'll feed the pterodactyls.

Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear nor pity.

What year these events transpired is of no consequence. Where they occured is not important. The time is always, and the place is everywhere.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

That's all that matters, really: that we can make each other feel better.

Fear is a hammer, and when the people are beaten finally to the conviction that their existence hangs by a frayed thread, they will be led where they need to go.