The big problem is time. I don't have enough of it to do all the things I think about doing.

A bullet in the right place can change the world.

If this book has made any point clear, I hope it's that things don't have to be real to be true. Or vice versa.

X-Men is not a story about superheroes, but a story about the ongoing revolutionary struggle between good/new and bad/old. The X-Men are every rebel teenager wanting to change the world and make it better. Humanity is every adult, clinging to the past, trying to destroy the future even as he places all his hopes there.

Talking to oneself, I have often thought, is the best way to be sure of intelligent and witty conversation.

We tell our children they're trapped like rats on a doomed, bankrupt, gangster-haunted planet with dwindling resources, with nothing to look forward to but rising sea levels and imminent mass extinctions, then raise a disapproving eyebrow when, in response, they dress in black, cut themselves with razors, starve themselves, gorge themselves, or kill one another.

I just do what I do because it feels right. Other people attach labels to that.