Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?

You see, there's the way things seemed and then there's the way things were and one is so often the total reverse of the other.

When I was working upon the ABC books, I wanted to show different ways that mainstream comics could viably have gone, that they didn't have to follow 'Watchmen' and the other 1980s books down this relentlessly dark route. It was never my intention to start a trend for darkness. I'm not a particularly dark individual.

I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.

I'm dependent on writing for a living, so really it's to my advantage to understand how the creative process works. One of the problems is, when you start to do that, in effect you're going to have to step off the edge of science and rationality.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.