Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.

When men decide in their secretly dark or hungry hearts to work their own will, there is little that can stop them. They have inner weather, sometimes unpredictable.

All the stories live in our bodies, he thinks. Every last one.

What I want to be best at is being a dad. There's no room for sucky dads, and that's another thing I'm proud of my bandmates for - they're all really good parents.

The only people who like to live alone more than comics are priests.

A long walk and grooming with a well-mannered dog is a Zen experience that leaves you refreshed and in a creative frame of mind.

Which was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon's daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.

We are all here to look after each other. I would not be where I am, as the woman I am, without the love and mentorship I have in my corner.

My whole comic persona is that of a guy who explores the id: I romanticize gluttony, I romanticize laziness, and people identify with that.

About Thatcher's death: Let's privatise her funeral. Put it out on competetive tender and accept the cheapest bid. That's what she would have wanted.

That's it baby, if you've got it, flaunt it.

The best thing you can possibly do for a friend is to be his friend.

If peace . . . only had the music and pageantry of war, there'd be no wars.