I'm very distanced from the comics industry. I love the comics medium, but I have no time for the industry.

We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

Romantic poetry had its heyday when people like Lord Byron were kicking it large. But you try and make a living as a poet today, and you'll find it's very different!

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

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

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.