Quotes by Grant Morrison

If this book has made any point clear, I hope its that things dont have to be real to be true. Or vice versa.

He read me extracts from a medical journal describing the progress of a staphylococcus aureus infection. And then he pleasured me with a potato.

May in Varanasi. 25° and wet. Its like the 6th circle of the inferno here, Edith - where they flail the arses off the howling heretics and the men who fuck marine life etc. NATOs stomping on the Balkans while India and Pakistan threaten one another with nukes. Dead From the Waist Down on MTV. The humiditys making me horny and mad. I miss Robin. In his new book, Ken Wilbur calls it skin hunger. I feel like Im building up a charge. Monsoons on its way.

If our shallow, self-critical culture sometimes seems to lack a sense of the numinous or spiritual its only in the same way a fish lacks a sense of the ocean.

I just wanted all the wars to be over so that we could spend the money on starships and Mars colonies.

Then I reminded myself that all intelligent children suffer bad dreams.

Writers and artists build by hand little worlds that they hope might effect change in real minds, in the real world where stories are read. A story can make us cry and laugh, break our hearts, or make us angry enough to change the world.

But a far more virulent strain survived. Its having sex with your thoughts. Youll give birth to increasingly more monstrous ideas.

We tell our children theyre trapped like rats on a doomed, bankrupt, gangster-haunted planet with dwindling resources, with nothing to look forward to but rising sea levels and imminent mass extinctions, then raise a disapproving eyebrow when, in response, they dress in black, cut themselves with razors, starve themselves, gorge themselves, or kill one another.

Its always the same with lost people; you start out looking for them, and you end up losing yourself.

The interior of our skulls contains a portal to infinity.

Its salt. Why dont you sprinkle some on me, honey? Arent I just good enough to eat?

Individual humans are not super, but the organism of which we are all tiny cellular parts is most certainly that. The life-form thats so big we forget its there, that turns minerals on its planet into tools to touch the infinite black gap between stars or probe the obliterating pressures at the bottom of the oceans. We are already part of a superbeing, a monster, a god, a living process that is so all encompassing that it is to an individual life what water is to a fish. We are cells in the body of a three-billion-year-old life-form whose roots are in the Precambrian oceans and whose genetic wiring extends through the living structures of everything on the planet, connecting everything that has ever lived in one immense nervous system.

No matter how shitty things are, you can always get a song out of it.

Ours is an overpopulated, under educated, shithole in the throes of mass extinctions - its a wonderful world.

So I sang out the barbarous words - karaoke from Hell.

Before it was a Bomb, the Bomb was an Idea. Superman, however, was a Faster, Stronger, Better Idea.

I see now the virtue in madness, for this country knows no law nor any boundary. I pity the poor shades confined to the Euclidean prison that is sanity

Modern man has successfully razed the imaginative landscapes of primal peoples the whole world over. Kill the gods first, slaughter the sacred animals, rewrite the mythologies, and build roads through the holy places. Do all this and watch the people decline. Without souls, they soon die, leaving dead shells, zombie cultures, shambling aimlessly towards oblivion.

Enough madness? Enough? And how do you measure madness? - The Joker