This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all?

I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.

No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.

The comics medium has some unusual features that do make it very different, in that it's combining a verbal narrative with a visual one that allows for much richer possibilities of transmitting information.

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

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.