Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire. He's constantly drawing you in. And you're constantly stepping too close. And you know it's not good--that there is no good--that there's absolutely nothing that can ever come of it. But you do it anyway. And then... Well. Then you burn.
Nothing Alan Moore writes can be blah-blah-blahed," Park said solemnly. Eleanor shrugged and bit her lip. "I'm beginning to think you shouldn't have started reading comics with a book that completely deconstructs the last fifty years of the genre," he said. "All I'm hearing is blah, blah, blah, genre."