Quotes by Warren Ellis

I want a tattoo over my heart that reads TRY HARDER YOU LAZY PARAMEDIC SHITBAG OR I WILL HAUNT YOUR BEDROOM FOREVER

Dance like youre stamping on a human face forever, love like youve been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like theres no such thing as God.

Did you ever want to set someones head on fire, just to see what it looked like? Did you ever stand in the street and think to yourself, I could make that nun go blind just by giving her a kiss? Did you ever lay out plans for stitching babies and stray cats into a Perfect New Human? Did you ever stand naked surrounded by people who want your gleaming sperm, squirting frankincense, soma and testosterone from every pore? If so, then youre the bastard who stole my drugs Friday night. And Ill find you. Oh, yes.

Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!

Youre miserable, edgy and tired. Youre in the perfect mood for journalism.

The book is almost always better than the movie. You could have no better case in point than FROM HELL, Alan Moores best graphic novel to date, brilliantly illustrated by Eddie Campbell. Its hard to describe just how much better the book is.Its like, If the movie was an episode of Battlestar Galactica with a guest appearance by the Smurfs and everyone spoke Dutch, the graphic novel is Citizen Kane with added sex scenes and music by your favourite ten bands and everyone in the world you ever hated dies at the end. Thats how much better it is.

Writers block? Ive heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isnt a writer anymore. Im sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living.

Chris Claremont once said of Alan Moore, if he could plot, wed all have to get together and kill him. Which utterly misses the most compelling part of Alans writing, the way he develops and expresses ideas and character. Plot does not define story. Plot is the framework within which ideas are explored and personalities and relationships are unfolded.

Writing comics? Still the best job in the world. I sit around all day making shit up and see it illustrated, in 99% of cases, exactly as I imagined it -- if not better. Ive been doing this a long time now, and Im going to do it until I die. Which probably wont be long, given the constant insane deadline pressure.

Religion lives not in dogma, but utterly within the virtues of love and self-sacrifice. Without those, there is no future I can bear to stand, nor hope for the continuance of Gods creation. It is not blasphemy to say that the work of Jesus the redeemer was and is to break the chains of the realms of darkness. And set free the creature from the power of sin.

These things are going to look primitive to you, but you have to remember that we’re not stupid. We have the same intelligence as you. We simply don’t have the same cumulative knowledge you do. So we apply our intelligence to what we have.

Think about it; the quicktank is given a job most of us would laugh out of town. Build a sophisticated camera capable of full 3-D input and peripheral pickup, using only water and jelly.Build an eye.

The future sneaks up on us. It leaks in through the small, ordinary things.

The two most dangerous things in the world are rich people and crazy people.

Hed always liked women whod talk back to him just a little bit. Girls with balls were good. Women with an actual mind of their own who could prove him wrong in something were, of course, castrating bitches who should be drowned in bottomless wells.

Time was this place didn’t make sense and I could live with it. Either it’s changed, or I have.

Mister Sun wondered if he really believed it was true that the heart is just a pump.

To be a futurist, in pursuit of improving reality, is not to have your face continually turned upstream, waiting for the future to come. To improve reality is to clearly see where you are, and then wonder how to make that better.

Being a nun wasnt all it was cracked up to be and the sex was shit.

Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.