With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.
This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.
I have so very much. I have so very little.
It was Kovacs who said “Mother” then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.
I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.
While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
It wasn’t so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, there’s something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.
Ideas are bulletproof.
There is no substitute for practical experience, and if you want to write about people you ought to put down that comic book and go out and meet some of them rather than studying the way that Stan Lee or Chris Claremont depict people.
The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.
The announcement that there is a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen television series hasn’t caused me to drastically alter my opinions. Now it seems they are recycling things that have already proven not to work.
I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the opportunities the library gave me.
I don’t distinguish between magic and art. When I got into magic, I realised I had been doing it all along, ever since I wrote my first pathetic story or poem when I was twelve or whatever. This has all been my magic, my way of dealing with it.
I’ve known a lot of people go mad over the years, and it is more distressing than people dying. People dying is quite natural, people going mad is the complete antithesis of that.
Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.
Life isn’t divided into genres.
If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we’d lobotomise him.
I’m not a particularly dark individual. I have my moments, it’s true, but I do have a sense of humor.
I suppose that the main drive is to find the edge of something and then throw myself over it.