The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.

On the whole, stories don't write themselves.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished.

It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.