We all lose our heroes at some point.

He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful.

— I've disappointed you.
— That's good, that's a good deduction, yeah.
— Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.

We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their goodness. But mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another, we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves.

I don't want you to be a hero. Heroes do stupid things, and they die.