In this world, [of Flash and Filigree] nothing is true, and censure or outrage is simply irrelevant.

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

Speaking for myself, art differs from writing in that I never know what I'm going to paint until I paint it, so it's almost like automatic writing. A writer, on the other hand, can't help but know what he's going to write, because the activity demands a degree of premeditation.

The purpose of my writing is to expose and arrest Nova Criminals.

The dark Gods of pain are surfacing from the immemorial filth of time.

The forward step must be made in silence. We detach ourselves from word forms - this can be accomplished by substituting for words, letters, concepts, verbal concepts, other modes of expressions: for example, color.

There's no place for impractical dreamers around here.