Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?

I was an unhappy child, and that puts me off having a child of my own.

In order for people to be happy, sometimes they have to take risks. It's true these risks can put them in danger of being hurt.

Jesse, this is Craig. Craig, Jesse. You two should get along. Jesse's dead, too.

I don't seem to fit to associate with humans.

Of course. I was on the run from evil spirits that wanted to kill me and now, according to the local paper, the law. Yet Richard Smith, cemetery sexton and death deity scholar, had a book for me to read in all my copious spare time.

Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?