On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. For freaking Cain.

I checked my gear, my pockets, my shoelaces, and realized that I had crossed the line between making sure I was ready and trying to postpone the inevitable.

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.