A cannon fires only once but words detonate across centuries
I write dozens and dozens of pages more than I need, and then edit them down to size. It's more like sculpture than construction.
From now on, I'm opting for ontological terrorism.
There's a palace in your head, boy. Learn to live in it always.
The interior of our skulls contains a portal to infinity.
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.