Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

The superman exists and he's American.

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.

There has been a rather unpleasant sensibility apparent in Frank Miller's work for quite a long time.

I'd prefer to include sex scenes alongside the adventure scenes and everyday-life scenes, as if they were all part of the same thing. Which of course they are. Sex is not discrete from the rest of our existence.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.

Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.