I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

I don't think any of us grew up into the world we were hoping for or expecting.

In the sixties, for anybody to suggest that the government didn't have our best interests at heart and policemen sometimes killed people would have automatically made them a radical firebrand lefty. That's not the case anymore.

On the one occasion where I did try writing a screenplay, I found the rewriting just unendurable.

Anarchy wears two faces, both Creator and Destroyer. Thus Destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can then build a better world. Rubble, once achieved makes further ruins' means irrelevant. Away with our explosives, then! Away with our Destroyers! They have no place within our better world. But let us raise a toast to all our bombers, all our bastards, most unlovely and most unforgivable, let's drink their health, then meet with them no more.

Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.