What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.

It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you.

You are only old once, but you can be immature forever.

With mere good intentions hell is proverbially paved.

Necessity knows no rules.

I was brought up in a kind of, you know, very hippie, liberal family. And it was just always automatically assumed that men and women were equal and indeed superior.

I don't care how people read their comics, I want them to read comics. I don't care if they read them on an iPad or a phone or in store, I just want them to read comics.

The ofspring of those that are very young, or very old, lasts not.

At first, then, exhibit the coyness of a maiden, until the enemy gives you an opening; afterwards emulate the rapidity of a running hare, and it will be too late for the enemy to oppose you.

Men don't think and differently from women - they just make more noise about being able to.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?