Now everything is wonderful and hazardous and nothing's hypothetical.

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.

Despite the constant clamor for attention from the modern world, I do believe we need to procure a psychological space for ourselves. I apparently know some people who try to achieve this by logging off or going without their Twitter or Facebook for a limited period.

There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.

That pompous phrase (graphic novel) was thought up by some idiot in the marketing department of DC. I prefer to call them Big Expensive Comics.

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.

Ideas are bulletproof.