The Job Of The Writer

Memory Whispers Someplace In That Jumbled Machinery.

No, My Friend. We Are Lunatics From The Hospital Up The Highway, Psycho-ceramics, The Cracked Pots Of Mankind. Would You Like Me To Decipher A Rorschach For You?

I Been Away A Long Time.

The Trouble With Super Heroes Is What To Do Between Phone Booths.

This World… Belongs To The Strong, My Friend! The Ritual Of Our Existence Is Based On The Strong Getting Stronger By Devouring The Weak.