I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.

My very small part in WATCHMEN is that, every now and then, Alan would phone me: ''Neil, you're an educated man. Where does it say...'' He would need a quote from the Bible, or an essay about owls. I was his occasional research assistant.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

Truly life is wasted on the living.

The only people I ever get irritated with are the ones who announce, using my Twitter handle, that they are no longer following me and why.

If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.