They hurt you. You hurt ’em back. Or maybe it is the other way around. Whatever. Someday you might find a way to forgive each other. But it won’t be like it used to ’cause that pain never really goes away.
The world is a terrifying place, more than I ever realized. But if I had my whole life to do over again, that’s literally the only thing I’d change. I’d stop being so afraid of other people.
When a man carries an instrument of violence, he’ll always find the justification to use it. If we really want to escape this war, we have to stop bringing it with us.
Some dreams really do come true. That said, most dreams are weird as shit.
Most of us think we can hide our weaknesses from the world, and sometimes, we’re right. But only if we’re very very strong.
I was pretty good at picking up new languages when I was little, but it’s not like I had superpowers or anything.Kids just have an easier time with words.
What cruel creatures men are. Our bodies tell us to love so many, but there’s room in our hearts for so few.
It doesn’t matter who started it or what it’s really about…war usually ends up sucking most for women. Even when we’re not fighting the battles ourselves, we somehow always end up with the lion’s share of the suffering.
Some general advice about writing:WRITE MORE, DO OTHER STUFF LESS.
Over the years, we met every kind of person imaginable. But no one makes worse first impressions than writers.
Anyone with an autobiography is almost definitely an evil piece of shit.
Readers love fantasy, but we need horror. Smart horror. Truthful horror. Horror that helps us make sense of a cruelly senseless world.
How is it possible that our parents lied to us?””Lets see: Santa, the Tooth Fairy,the Easter bunny,um, God. You’re the prettiest kid in school. This wont hurt a bit. Your face will freeze like that…””Everythings going to be alright.
You’re the one saying how vital offing these kids and grabbing their brat is to the war effort, right? Well, I’m telling you I need way more cash to do it right, so–Lying.How have you not murdered that creature by now?Oh, I’ve tried.
The Government’s supposed to be there for people when nobody else is, right? But it never works like that.
Everything good in New York used to be something awful, I guess.””And everything awful used to be something good.
Sorry, kid. Whedon got it wrong. Stakes don’t kill vampires, they just give us heartburn.
I suppose the only time we ever really get to be happy in life—like one hundred percent blissful—is when we’re little kids.””Because there’s less to worry about?””Because we’re too stupid to know how worried we should be.
You’re right that not everything we do has to have some kind of social agenda, but that doesn’t mean it can only be anesthetizing crap.
Oh God. Goddammit. I never got to see the pyramids. Or the Taj Mahal. I …I never even got to leave the country.””Don’t sweat it, brother. You got to live in NYC. You didn’t miss shit.
Fuck the Bureau! Their entire outfit is half the size of the NYPD. I’ve got more officers who speak Arabic in one precinct that you guys have in the entire D.O.D.!
Well, at first I was thinking we could challenge them to a few rounds of Scattergories, but then I realized fighting would be way more emotionally satisfying.” -Buffy
I’m not going to stand here and be eaten by some bitch’s dinosaur. I am finally doing something with my life.
My parents grew up during the space race, and I think they imagined the future would be us living on moon bases and everyone has rocket shoes.
I sort of jumped out of movies and into the lifeboat of comics. I loved it right away. It was the opposite of film school. Whatever was in my imagination could end up in the finished product. There were just no limitations.
That was the appealing thing about comics: There literally is no budget in comics. You’re only limited by your imagination.