Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.
As far as I can see, it’s not important that we have free will, just as long as we have the illusion of free will to stop us going mad.
A lot of the critique of our growing mechanization was actually at its strongest, and arguably at its most perceptive, during the late ’60s.
I don’t really think that very much is interesting about the superhero as an archetype.
Culture is just a shambling zombie that repeats what it did in life; bits of it drop off, and it doesn’t appear to notice.
I think that the Occupy movement is, in one sense, the public saying that they should be the ones to decide who’s too big to fail.
To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You’ve got to really be Christian to believe in Satan.
The roots of the word ‘anarchy’ are ‘an archos,’ ‘no leaders,’ which is not really about the kind of chaos that most people imagine when the word ‘anarchy’ is mentioned. I think that anarchy is, to the contrary, about taking personal responsibility for yourself.
I didn’t really sign up to be a celebrity, I only signed up to be a writer.
All culture must have arisen from cult.
I don’t think any of us grew up into the world we were hoping for or expecting.
War is a perversion of sex.
I enjoy putting my mind into different situations rather than my body.
Right from the outset, the prevailing mindset in British comics fandom was a radical and progressive one. We were all proto-hippies, and we all thought that comics would be greatly improved if everything was a bit psychedelic like Jim Steranko.
In the sixties, for anybody to suggest that the government didn’t have our best interests at heart and policemen sometimes killed people would have automatically made them a radical firebrand lefty. That’s not the case anymore.
In many ways, my entire graphic novel career was a long diversion. Originally, all I wanted to do was to be an underground cartoonist and maybe bring out a groovy underground mag.
A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there’s no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?
Please don’t worry. It’s a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians. You see, she thinks she’s a coffee table edition...
Truth is a well-known pathological liar. It invariably turns out to be Fiction wearing a fancy frock. Self-proclaimed Fiction, on the other hand, is entirely honest. You can tell this, because it comes right out and says, “I’m a Liar,” right there on the dust jacket.
Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.