Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.
Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.
Swamp Thing, in Hell: "Demon...How...could God...allow such a place?Etrigan: Think you God built this place, wishing man ill and not lusts uncontrolled or swords unsheathed?Not God, my friend. The tru...
Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.
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All this riot and uproar, V... is this Anarchy? Is this the Land of Do-As-You-Please? No. This is only the land of take-what-you-want. Anarchy means without leaders, not without order. With anarchy c...
It may be true that the only reason the comic book industry now exists is for this purpose, to create characters for movies, board games and other types of merchandise.
No matter how powerful our political and religious leaders think they are, they are as dust before the immense and implacable forces of history and progress. I just hope that they don't make too much...
And I'm thinking about the old man. He'll be pounding on the glass right about now... or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he'll be pounding and... will there be blood? I like to imagine so. Yes, I...
Oh, they said God was dead, all those beatniks and snooty-ass Frenchmen. Not me. I knew better. I said to them, Wait, boys! Don't break cover yet awhile. He might be faking. I mean, they thought Sadda...
Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
She wasn't anyone special. She wasn't that brave, that clever or that strong. She was just somebody that felt cramped by the confines of her life. She was just somebody who had to get out. And she did...
To my mind, this embracing of what were unambiguously children's characters at their mid-20th century inception seems to indicate a retreat from the admittedly overwhelming complexities of modern exis...
The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park, in 1959. In twelve seconds time, I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It’...
Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.
Never despair. Never surrender.
Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.
I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart.I am rain.I cannot be contained
Affected most, they understand the least...
When it's done, only our enemies leave roses.