There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

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

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.