It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for... it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side? Why aren't you laughing?
I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us. All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
Do not weep. Being is enough. There, that is all. I am done...
I love the smell of paper in the morning it smells like victory.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOU'VE READ ABOUT IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS! NOW, SHUDDER AS YOU OBSERVE, BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES, THAT MOST RAREAND RAGIC OF NATURE'S MISTAKES!I GIVE YOU... PHYSICALLY , IT HAS A DEFO...
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. T...
You were already in a prison. You've been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all. Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all bo...
This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all?
We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I have witnessed fi...
There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free... An inch; it is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only t...
Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.
Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up for a sense of power and prestige. That is a disservice. Magic is ver...
Who watches the watchmen?
The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.
The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.
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 trut...
Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.
Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.
In the heart of darkness, a flower blossoms, enriching the shadows with its promise of hope...In the fields of light, an adder coils, and the radiant tranquility is lent savor by its sinister presence...