It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.
Lucifer protests he was never to blame for inducing anyone to sin, and that he’s never had an interest in owning souls: ‘They die, and they come here – having transgressed against what they believed to be right – and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don’t make them come here… I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to have to face up to it.
We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.
I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.
Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of night. He leaves no footprints. He casts no shadow.
I think Frank Quitely does the most definitive versions of comic characters. I know a lot of people would say Alex Ross, blah blah blah. But for me Alex Ross is more about asking “what would these characters look like in real life?” Quitely, on the other hand is more about using simple, elegant lines to represent these characters AS CHARACTERS, in a simple, iconic, timeless way. This portrait of the Endless from Sandman is a good example. So is All-Star Superman, which takes the iconic nature of Superman to a flat-out spiritual place, depicting him as a natural, relaxed, almost buddha-like figure, as opposed to the stiff, flexed uber-man we’re so used to seeing.