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

That pompous phrase (graphic novel) was thought up by some idiot in the marketing department of DC. I prefer to call them Big Expensive Comics.

There is an inverse relationship between imagination and money.

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

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.

There are people. There are stories. The people think they shape the stories, but the reverse if often closer to the truth. Stories shape the world. They exist independently of people, and in places quite devoid of man, there may yet be mythologies.