Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.

Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

In comics the reader is in complete control of the experience. They can read it at their own pace, and if there's a piece of dialogue that seems to echo something a few pages back, they can flip back and check it out, whereas the audience for a film is being dragged through the experience at the speed of 24 frames per second.

As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.

Please! Don't all leave. Somebody has to do it, don't you see? Somebody has to save the world.

...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?

I don't think you can separate a place from its history. I think a place is much more than the bricks and mortar that go into its construction. I think it's more than the accidental topography of the ground it stands on.