Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.

We're ostriches and the whole world is sand.

Ease off the martyr throttle.

He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality.

So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

Caring about someone isn't complicated. It isn't easy. But it isn't complicated, either. Kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.