I guess this is where they send the abortions that live.
Most regular superhero books are designed to go on forever; of course, very few of them do, but the point is they are trying to throw mud against the wall and hope it will stick, and most of it slides off.
It’s nice to be in a situation where the two books that I write for a sort of regular monthly income are also works that I enjoy immensely, rather than them being some kind of bread and butter, do it because you have to do it.
I can’t really put it in one sentence because although on one hand Preacher is about faith and yes it is also about, I suppose, the search for God, the search for faith and the manipulation and the abuse committed by figures in whom I suppose people have faith.
I suppose that Heartland, Unknown Soldier and Pride and Joy represent not a quieter side but more of a serious side to my work, something I’ve been getting into recently.
Hitman does well and it certainly does well enough to survive, but at the same time I don’t want to involve the character into the DC Universe even if it meant more sales, to the point where we sort of upset the balance that we have at the moment.
I guess you can stay sort of true to the story; you don’t have to artificially bring the character back from whatever doom you’ve designed for them, you can tell the story, I suppose, honestly.
Yeah, Hitman I suppose is most of the time a lighter read than Preacher; it was always going to be.
Wouldn’t want to write the X-Men, and I suppose the X-Men is the ultimate Marvel comic, and I really wouldn’t want to go anywhere near it at all, although on the other had I wouldn’t mind having a crack at something like the Punisher.
There’s immense fun to be had as long as you can sort of sneak it past DC. I have been told on occasion that I need to have more respect for these characters.
Preacher is a book that somehow allows me time by its settling on it’s characters, that sort of modern gothic western feel. You’re not likely to see the boat veering too far from that.
I’m the one who steps from the shadows, all trenchcoat and cigarette and arrogance, ready to deal with the madness. Oh, I’ve got it all sewn up. I can save you. If it takes the last drop of your blood, I’ll drive your demons away. I’ll kick them in the bollocks and spit on them when they’re down and then I’ll be gone back into darkness, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone... who would walk with me?
So who turned up the volume of ignorance up to eleven?
Never plan an act of violence. Just let it happen natural.
I’m sweetness an’ motherfuckin’ light. Filled from goddamn head to toe wit’ love.
Larger than life character; a couple of hundred years ago he would have been a pirate. “When in evil company, try to blend in” – that was one of his.
I get down on my knees every mornin’ an’ give eternal thanks for the existence of girls in a otherwise pointless universe.
Christ, would you look at that shite? Supes an’ religion, the two worst things on the planet.
Reggie Atkinson: Oh God. Oh God. I went to war with the Nazis... and for 25 years, all I’ve been scared of is Americans.
Every dent, every scratch, every mark, tells a story. A story that ends with me, winning.