I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.
He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.
Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.
Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.
Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.
Whereas there are lots of good novels out there; there are a few good movies out there. People have been writing great poems for years, but there aren’t a lot of good comics. I like trying to write them.
I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.
Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
I don’t believe in “writer’s block”. I try and deal with getting stuck by having more than one thing to work on at a time. And by knowing that even a hundred bad words that didn’t exist before is forward progress.
I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in betweens.
There are a number of paths that lead to this place. I have been avoiding them for some small time, now.
The only advice I can give you is what you’re telling yourself. Only, maybe you’re too scared to listen.
Loyalty was a great thing, but no lieutenants should be forced to choose between their leader and a circus with elephants.
It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.
It seems like every time I agree to work with a video game company they go out of business. I stopped because I was starting to feel guilty.
When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.
The world is always ending for someone.
I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.
You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.