I loved the fact that I was suddenly no longer dependent on whether a store took out an ad in the right place, or on the word on the street.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.

People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything.

A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.