When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her.

Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on...none of you are safe.

Hello, I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade.

She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.

Alfred: Hmf. I suppose you'll take up flying next, like that fellow in Metropolis.

When I'm writing a comic book, I'm thinking about a character that I'm going to be drawing on the page. I've never drawn a character to look like who I want to cast in a movie because I don't think that way. I'm a real monomaniac. I do one thing at a time.