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

And that's why people read comics, to get away from the way life works, which is quite cruel and unheroic and ends in death.

I use everything. Turning life into stories is how I make sense of my experience. No matter how weird or disturbing or upsetting to me personally, it all finds its way in there.

Before it was a Bomb, the Bomb was an Idea. Superman, however, was a Faster, Stronger, Better Idea.

Superhero science has taught me this: Entire universes fit comfortably inside our skulls. Not just one or two but endless universes can be packed into that dark, wet, and bony hollow without breaking it open from the inside. The space in our heads will stretch to accommodate them all. The real doorway to the fifth dimension was always right here. Inside. That infinite interior space contains all the divine, the alien, and the unworldly we’ll ever need.

From now on, I'm opting for ontological terrorism.

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