Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

They come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.

Besides, killing all the humans will totally trash the cable schedule, and there are some shows I'm really excited to have back on the air.