Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.

So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit.

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

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

This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?