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.

And when it's all done, when there's no one left you'll come back for me. And tell me who I am and why I have to do what I do. And explain 'Eternity.' You'll come back

I will rise from the darkness, shining like the morning star. Illuminated woman am I.

There's a palace in your head, boy. Learn to live in it always.

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.

It's hard for me to believe that a shy, bespectacled college graduate like Brad Meltzer who's a novelist and a father is a really setting out to be weirdly misogynistic.

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