In film, a lot of the time you're not as engaged, it is all being given to you, and you're accepting it as it comes in, but in comics, as a reader, you are going to have to work, your imagination needs to do an awful lot.

Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible worlds is true in one of them, then it must be true in all of them. So maybe, it's not as fictional as we think.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?