Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

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

Authority allows two roles: the torturer and the tortured. Twists people into joyless mannequins that fear and hate, while culture plunges into the abyss.

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

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.