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

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.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

My only problem with fans is when they turn pro. For example, when all the professional writers were fired by DC in the '60s, they brought in a generation of comic book fans who would have paid to have written these stories.

I don’t think people realise how vital libraries are or what a colossal danger it would be if we were to lose any more. Having had a truncated school life myself, all of my education from the age of 17 has been self-taught. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the opportunities the library gave me.

Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.