Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He is simply the acceptable face of invading realities.

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.

We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

You are my beauty, my body, perfected. All I was drained off into you. When you left, my health went with you - leaving a moral morbidity I smell in my sleep. The acts I committed for the love of you. Acts I can never forget. I crawled into the bellies of the dead to fish out a little life... I have an appetite for it now. I have an unrelenting lust for death.

I've dealt with a lot of producers who were pricks and I'm determined not to be that.

His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.