Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

If you look at that incredible burst of fantastic characters that emerged in the late 19th century/early 20th century, you can see so many of the fears and hopes of those times embedded in those characters. Even in throwaway bits of contemporary culture you can often find some penetrating insights into the real world around us.

Ideas, unlike solid structures, do not perish. They remain immortal, immaterial and everywhere, like all Divine things. Ideas are a golden, savage landscape that we wander unaware, without a map. Be careful: in the last analysis, reality may be exactly what we think it is.

There are two worlds we live in: a material world, bound by the laws of physics, and the world inside our mind, which is just as important.

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.

There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.