I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look

The Only Time I Ever Met A Character That I Wrote Was When I Met Ian Mckellan, When He Was Playing Magneto In The 'x-men' Movies.

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.

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.

Hell Changes Constantly But There Are Certain Consistent Landmarks Which Always Stay In The Same Relation To One Another.

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.