“And I ask him why he cuts his arms with a razor. "Just fo feel. Just to feel something.”

“It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?”

“We tell our children they're trapped like rats on a doomed, bankrupt, gangster-haunted planet with dwindling resources, with nothing to look forward to but rising sea levels and imminent mass extinctions, then raise a disapproving eyebrow when, in response, they dress in black, cut themselves with razors, starve themselves, gorge themselves, or kill one another.”

“Sometimes I feel like I'm writing pornography in the notebook of the gods.”

“Because it all derived from Superman. I mean, I love all the characters, but Superman is just this perfect human pop-culture distillation of a really basic idea. He's a good guy. He loves us. He will not stop in defending us. How beautiful is that? He's like a sci-fi Jesus. He'll never let you down. And only in fiction can that guy actually exist, because real guys will always let you down one way or another. We actually made up an idea that beautiful. That's just cool to me. We made a little paper universe where all of the above is true.”

“I couldn't think of one clever way to stop this guy, so I just trusted to mindless violence.”

“I just wanted all the wars to be over so that we could spend the money on starships and Mars colonies.”