Although the scythe isn't pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants' revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome.

Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot.

Maybe the best comics are written by people who really are at ease in the comic world.

You did what you were told or you didn't get paid, and if things went wrong it wasn't your problem. It was the fault of whatever idiot has accepted this message for sending in the first place. No one cared about you, and everyone at headquarters was an idiot. It wasn't your fault, no one listened to you. Headquarters had even started an Employee of the Month scheme to show how much they cared. That was how much they didn't care.

What's the good of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?

Quit while you're a head, that's what I say.

When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, and there was no one there to hear it, does it - philosopically speaking - make a noise