Do I believe, for example, that by using magic I could fly? No. How would you get around gravity? Impossible. Do I believe that I might be able to project my consciousness into a very, very vivid simulation of flying? Yeah. Yes, I've done that. Yes, that works.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.

It's pretty much a fact that our entire universe is a mental construct. We don't actually deal with reality directly. We simply compose a picture of reality from what's going on in our retinas, in the timpani of our ears, and in our nerve endings.

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

The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.

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

Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.