Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

Don't leave home without your sword - your intellect.

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.

I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.

It may be true that the only reason the comic book industry now exists is for this purpose, to create characters for movies, board games and other types of merchandise.

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.

Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist.