I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.

I try to do things in comics that cannot be repeated by television, by movies, by interactive entertainment.

I've never watched any of the adaptations of my books. I've never wanted to, and there's absolutely no chance of me doing so in the future.

What does fighting crime mean, exactly? Does it mean upholding the law when a woman shoplifts to feed her children, or does it mean struggling to uncover the ones who, quite legally, have brought about her poverty?

Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.

Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.

Ideas are bulletproof.