Time which changes people, doesn't alter the image we have of them.

For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me,froze or sweated me,but became me.

Love was love, one could find it with anyone, one could find it anywhere. It was just that you could never keep it. Not unless you were ready to die for it.

As I see it, part of the art ofbeing a hero is knowing when youdon't need to be one anymore.

I believe in the future resolution of these two states, dream and reality, which are seemingly so contradictory, into a kind of absolute reality, a surreality, if one may so speak.

Forces beyond your control can take away everything you possess except one thing, your freedom tochoose how you will respond to the situation. You cannot control whathappens to you in life, but you can always control what you will feel and do about what happens to you.

A picture held us captive.And we could not get outside it,for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.

Through all the world there goesone long cry from the heart of theartist: Give me a chanceto do my best.

My favorite meansof communication isotherworldly:dreams-meeting indreams.

ALAN MOORE

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