The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.

It's pretty much a fact that our entire universe is a mental construct. We don't actually deal with reality directly. We simply compose a picture of reality from what's going on in our retinas, in the timpani of our ears, and in our nerve endings.

To paint comic books as childish and illiterate is lazy. A lot of comic books are very literate - unlike most films.

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament.

I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.

In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagined past.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.