What? Why are you making the glee nose? The death of my world is funny? The final vengeance of my people? I will kill you.

I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away.

Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live.

Okay, well, on Borelletrox V, the males are kept completely isolated from all images of the female until Binding Day and the females are, erm, let's just say they’ve' got a lot of--

Oh, no, nope, shoot. Are we about to human mate?

What up you guys, I'm back!

We hold there is no worse enemy to a state than he who keeps the law in his own hands.

You know you've got problems when your head is hanging over the toilet, puking up your dinner, and what you're thinking of is your dad. And how he thinks you're not pretty.

I have a very good relationship with myself. My favourite quote is, "What you think about me is none of my business."

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

Now I have notebooks that are filled up, mostly with Doom Patrol, but also angry letters to myself mixed in with the comic.

Of course, every time someone does a story on plastic surgery, my name will be dragged up. I've made it safe for other people to have plastic surgery. It's no longer a bad word.

Humor is such a great gift - why leave it to chance?

The first requirement for prayer is silence. People of prayer are people of silence.

The true God He has extension, and form, and dimensions. He occupies space; has a body, parts, and passions; can go from place to place. He can eat, drink, and talk

My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.