I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.

Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

I've always wanted to explore characters of all races, all genders, all ages. It just seems to me to be a natural way to approach any kind of storytelling.

Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist.

Blake understood. Treated it like a joke, but he understood. He saw the cracks in society, saw the little men in masks trying to hold it together...he saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose to become a reflection of it, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke. That's why he was lonely.