Then I reminded myself that all intelligent children suffer bad dreams.

Sometimes... sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We're inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it's your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass... and we are you.

Sometimes you wonder, in an interconnected universe, who's dreaming who?

I don't like to think of my readership as "fans," a word which has always suggested a kind of power relationship I'm uncomfortable with.

I run blindly through the madhouse ... And I cannot even pray ... For I have no God.

It’s mostly just you have to convince yourself that there’s nothing else in the room but John Lennon and suddenly things start John Lennon-ing!

We love our superheroes because they refuse to give up on us. We can analyze them out of existence, kill them, ban them, mock them, and still they return, patiently reminding us of who we are and what we wish we could be.