What we think of as Halloween is really the product of media barons, city mayors, and candy-makers. You know, before the 1920s, Halloween was really a terrible, terrible night.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Don’t ask me when be­cause I don’t re­mem­ber, but some­where along the way I keep for­get­ting to com­mit sui­cide.

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

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

I'm in love. So kill me.