The Spartans were a paradoxical people. They were the biggest slave owners in Greece. But at the same time, Spartan women had… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on...none of… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
The comics I read as a kid were all about guys in tights. But here was a guy who wore a fedora.… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
“DWIGHT: Stay smart. Stay cool. It's time to prove to you're friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying. Sometimes… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
Mighty cultures never - are almost never conquered. They crumble from within. And frankly, I think that a lot of Americans are… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
Superman punched out Hitler. So did Captain America. That's one of the things they're there for. — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
“I requested off this damn night shift four times now. Barbara needs me. Barbara and little James. So I hope it's boy, so what?” — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
But I'm not trying to convince anybody how to vote or how to live. Nobody's ever successfully accused me of being realistic. — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
My feeling is that the hero has now been defined by phrases like the odious one that we were all raised with - crimes… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle - broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man,… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
A screenwriter is much like being a fire hydrant with a bunch of dogs lined up around it. — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her. — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
3,000 of my neighbors were murdered. My country was, utterly unprovoked, savagely attacked. I wish all those responsible for the atrocity of 9/11 to… — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts. — Frank Miller Copy Share Image
