The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

On the one occasion where I did try writing a screenplay, I found the rewriting just unendurable.

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

I don't think there's really any difference between art - or writing, or music - and magic. And I particularly draw the link between magic and writing. I think that they are profoundly connected.

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

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.