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.

A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?

Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.

The comics medium has some unusual features that do make it very different, in that it's combining a verbal narrative with a visual one that allows for much richer possibilities of transmitting information.

Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

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.

Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.