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

The Rudderless World is not shaped by vague metaphysical Forces. It is not God who kills the Children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the Dogs. ... It´s us. Only us.

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

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

I despise the comic industry, but I will always love the comic medium.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

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.