He felt the hot impact of bullets. He heard the sound of chopping meat. He thought 'is that me?' . . . and then he opened his eyes. — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
“Look at it, Dane. Look at the city and the world in its proud array, like a cask of jewels laid open for you.… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Sometimes I pretend not to look at my own characters, because that's like different people getting off with your girlfriend or something. — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
The more I think about it, the more I realize that schools are just factories for turning out robots, that's all. They get you… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
I plan years in advance, but I like to leave enough space in the narrative scheme to change things, because I always get my… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Talking to oneself, I have often thought, is the best way to be sure of intelligent and witty conversation. — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
I'm a fan myself, so I try to write the kind of comics I want to read. — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Everyone does magic all the time in different ways. "Life" plus "significance" = magic. — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
“If our shallow, self-critical culture sometimes seems to lack a sense of the numinous or spiritual it’s only in the same way a fish… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
