What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.

You couldn't have small, dying children in a movie without really bringing everyone down, but you can in comics.

This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.

you're doomed at being you.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

As the child outlives the father,so must the character bury the author.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.