Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who’ve got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man’s guts out.
I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.
A lot of people have found the idea of living your life over and over again absolutely terrifying; there’s some people that find it very comforting. There are others that are appalled by it.
There has been a rather unpleasant sensibility apparent in Frank Miller’s work for quite a long time.
I’m not a very shy person. I’m just somebody who’s got a lot of work and who doesn’t like to parade himself in new celebrity contexts.
It doesn’t do you any service to demonize any group of people. It’s much better to try and understand from the inside.
The comics medium has some unusual features that do make it very different, in that it’s combining a verbal narrative with a visual one that allows for much richer possibilities of transmitting information.
I don’t think there’s really any difference between art – or writing, or music – and magic. And I particularly draw the link between magic and writing. I think that they are profoundly connected.
When I hear alcoholics talk about having their demons, I think that they’re probably absolutely literally correct.
Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.
I’m a very smug show-off at heart. I’m altogether too pleased with myself. The big boost for me is to be able to turn out something that I think is pretty marvelous. I’m not in it for money, I’m just in it for the glory.
I’ve never really cared much about money. I’ve got enough to live on. And it’s not like I live in a fancy house, it’s not like I own a car, and it’s not like I ever go on holiday.
I’d prefer to include sex scenes alongside the adventure scenes and everyday-life scenes, as if they were all part of the same thing. Which of course they are. Sex is not discrete from the rest of our existence.
Rather than being able to have a healthy relationship with our own sexual imagination, we’re driven into some dark corners by shame and embarrassment and guilt, and those dark corners breed all sorts of monsters.
I don’t like to go to conventions, and I don’t like to relate to people on a level of hero worship, because there’s no real communication going on there.
If you’re using sex to sell sneakers, then you’re not just selling sneakers, you’re selling sex as well, and you’re contributing to the sexual temperature of society.
Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor... I am Pagliacci.
I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn’t. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn’t the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness.
I heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Life seems harsh, and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says: “Treatment is simple. The great clown – Pagliacci – is in town. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. “But doctor... ” he says “I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
You must understand that knowledge is not all your heritage. I includes also courage and belief, like hers that we commemorate herein... and romance. Always, always romance.