Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the — Watchmen

"What happened to us? What happened to the American Dream?"

"Why are so few of us left active, healthy, and without personality disorders?"

"I want you to love me. I want you to love me because were not dead. Here..take these off. I want to see you. I want to see you and taste you and smell you. Just because I can. Oh God, its so damn good being alive."

"I am two-hundred and twenty-seven million kilometers from the sun. Its light is already ten minutes old. It will not reach Pluto for another two hours. Two hours into my future, I observe meteorites from a glass balcony, thinking about my father. Twelve seconds, into my past, I open my fingers. The photograph is falling. I am watching the stars. Halleys Comet tumbles through the solar system on its great, seventy-six year ellipse. My father admired the sky for its precision. He repaired watches. Its 1945, I sit in a Brooklyn kitchen, fascinated by an arrangement of cogs on black velvet. I am sixteen years old. It is 1985. I am on Mars. I am fifty-six years old. The photograph lies at my feet; falls from my fingers, is in my hand. I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion."

"My mother, she eroded my adolescence, chipping me into the shape shed have been if she hadnt had me. She pushed me into adventuring, fussing over my career, trying to live her life through me."

"I suppose Id have had to catch the bullet, wouldnt I?"