Anthony Stillo

“Terrible goddamn place. Some days it's like some bastard nailed a ticket for the bus tour down to fucking Hell to the front of my brain. For every wild everything-depends-on-it first-week-of-being-madly-in-love kiss on a streetcorner, for every beautiful woman stopping to feel the sun on her face and every child dancing in clean rain, there's a kid living in its own shit in a dumpster somewhere while Daddy sells his ass for milk money, tanks breaking down unwanted houses just to stop homeless people squatting there... Time was this place didn't make sense and I could live with it. Either it's changed, or I have. There's all the good things on this ticket, and pure fucking evil too. And all the same, I'm going down with you.”
― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 5: Lonely City

“Time to sit and contemplate life. As I sit and contemplate, I begin to realize how short our lives actually are. I need to do something... but when I'm involved with a project, I lose track of time. I turn around and years of my life are suddenly gone. If... I sit and do nothing... then... time seems to slow... to a crawl... but... I accomplish nothing. If I could manage to do something and nothing at the same time, it'll seem like life lasts forever. But I'm wasting time thinking about wasting time. Perhaps there's something on the tee-vee.”
― Shannon Wheeler, Too Much Coffee Man's Parade of Tirade

“THAT'S what we achieve. We show them they're accountable. We show them that just as they try to herd us back into cages of quiet mediocrity, we can chase them back to fucking hell with the TRUTH. It's THE JOURNALISM OF ATTACHMENT. It's CARING about the world you report on. Some people say that's bad journalism, that there should be a detached, cold, unbiased view of the world in our news media. And if that's what you want, there's security cameras everywhere that you could watch tapes of. I want to see humans talking about human life, personally. I want to see people who give a shit about the world.”
― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 5: Lonely City

“The Oval Office carpet is thick with Presidential semen. They look out of the window, think "I own you all" and jack off like ugly apes in humping season. It's what they live for. No one who wants that is to be trusted. Why can't you all see that?”
― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard