I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last.

Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

There are a number of paths that lead to this place. I have been avoiding them for some small time, now.

Whatever's happening," she said, eventually, "it can all be sorted out." She saw the expression on my face then, worried. Scared even. And she said, "After pancakes.

A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.