Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

In comics the reader is in complete control of the experience. They can read it at their own pace, and if there's a piece of dialogue that seems to echo something a few pages back, they can flip back and check it out, whereas the audience for a film is being dragged through the experience at the speed of 24 frames per second.

When I hear alcoholics talk about having their demons, I think that they're probably absolutely literally correct.

To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You've got to really be Christian to believe in Satan.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day — while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

On my fortieth birthday, rather than merely bore my friends by having anything as mundane as a midlife crisis I decided it might be more interesting to actually terrify them by going completely mad and declaring myself to be a magician.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.