It's so horrible to realize you're just the same as everyone else, isn't it?

The world gets more like Disneyland every day, and it's the same the other way round. I can't explain what I know. Try explaining RED to a DOG and see how fast he gets bored.

The moon is so beautiful. It's a big silver dollar, flipped by God. And it landed scarred side up, see? So He made the world.

I have to confess I'm not a huge comics fan in the wider sense of comics as an art form.

It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?

Remember it's all just a mirror we made to see ourselves in.

I prefer working out of strict continuity, because no normal human being can have a firm grip on the constantly shifting bardo-like territory of a comics universe, where entire histories can be erased by a strong enough super-sneeze.