Study Yourself The Way A Hunter Studied

All I Know Is That You Won't Come Back Until They're All Dead. 'eternity.' Every Last One Of Them. Every Man. Every Woman. Every Child. Global Massacre. I Dream About That Day. A Planet Of Corpses

Why Am I In Hell? It Hurts. It Hurts All The Time. Why Am I In Hell? I Just Want To Go Home And Lie On The Bed The Way I Used To. Please Take Me Home.

It's Quite Possible We May Actually Be Looking At Some Kind Of Super-sanity Here. A Brilliant New Modification Of Human Perception, More Suited To Urban Life At The End Of The Twentieth Century...he Creates Himself Each Day. He Sees Himself As The Lord Of Misrule And The World As A Theatre Of The Absurd.

Because It All Derived From Superman. I Mean, I Love All The Characters, But Superman Is Just This Perfect Human Pop-culture Distillation Of A Really Basic Idea. He's A Good Guy. He Loves Us. He Will Not Stop In Defending Us. How Beautiful Is That? He's Like A Sci-fi Jesus. He'll Never Let You Down. And Only In Fiction Can That Guy Actually Exist, Because Real Guys Will Always Let You Down One Way Or Another. We Actually Made Up An Idea That Beautiful. That's Just Cool To Me. We Made A Little Paper Universe Where All Of The Above Is True.

I Don't Ignore Continuity, And Try My Best To Stick As Closely To The Current Status Quo As Possible, But It's Not My Primary Concern When I Start A Story.