Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.

It has occurred to me that the superhero really only originates in America. That seems to be the only country that has produced this phenomenon.

I don't really think that very much is interesting about the superhero as an archetype.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.