I think that in an increasingly virtual world, lovingly produced artefacts are at a premium.

The things we do without the fear of failure and the desire for success are the purest acts we'll ever do

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

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

Everything you've ever read of mine is first-draft. This is one of the peculiarities of the comics field. By the time you're working on chapter three of your masterwork, chapter one is already in print. You can't go back and suddenly decide to make this character a woman, or have this one fall out of a window.

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