Sometimes It’s Only Madness That Makes Us

I Am Happy”. They Understood What We English People Have Long Forgot. We're Not Our Sadness. We're Not Our Happiness Or Our Pain But Our Language Hypnotizes Us And Traps Us In Little Labelled Boxes ()

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

I've Always Felt I Had More In Common With The Modernist Approach Than With Postmodernism, But I Can See Where The Connection Might Arise - And To Be Honest, I'm No Academic, So I Tend To Use These Words, Like In Alice In Wonderland, To Mean What I Want Them To Mean Rather Than What They Actually Do Mean.

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 Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

Enough Madness? Enough? And How Do You Measure Madness? - The Joker