25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.

You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all.

I looked at the world of books and just went, Oh my gosh, if I'm writing novels, I'm on the same shelves as Jane Austen and Charles Dickens and Petronius - whereas with comics, they've only been doing them for a hundred years, and there's stuff that nobody's done before. I think I'll go off and do some of the stuff no one's ever done before.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us," said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

There are lots of artists in the world. But there's only one you. And the only person who has your point of view is you. If you decide not to make things, all you've done is deprive the world of all the stuff that only you could have brought to it.