Superman Loves Everyone. He's Like Jesus Except

I Run Blindly Through The Madhouse ... And I Cannot Even Pray ... For I Have No God.

I Think The Only Way You Can Get Something Out Is To Invest Some Real Emotion Into It, Which Means You're Already Writing About What's Going To Happen To You, Whether You Know It Or Not. That's Why I'm Always Surprised When People Talk About Writer's Block. Because To Me, It Can't Be Stopped.

Superhero Science Has Taught Me This: Entire Universes Fit Comfortably Inside Our Skulls. Not Just One Or Two But Endless Universes Can Be Packed Into That Dark, Wet, And Bony Hollow Without Breaking It Open From The Inside. The Space In Our Heads Will Stretch To Accommodate Them All. The Real Doorway To The Fifth Dimension Was Always Right Here. Inside. That Infinite Interior Space Contains All The Divine, The Alien, And The Unworldly We’ll Ever Need.

I Don't Ignore Continuity, And Try My Best To Stick As Closely To The Current Status Quo As Possible, But It's Not My Primary Concern When I Start A Story.

Sometimes It’s Only Madness That Makes Us What We Are.