I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love. But in this world, alone, I do not hate you. And alone in this world, you do not hate me.

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?

How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?

There has been a rather unpleasant sensibility apparent in Frank Miller's work for quite a long time.

It's only those exceptional and rare individuals who have brilliant ideas delivered to them by the muse, complete and gift wrapped. The rest of us have to work at it.

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

I think I'm a bit like a kind of shark, that if I stop swimming, I won't be able to breathe, something like that.