By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.— Warren Ellis
The most famous Warren Ellis quotes that are glad to read
You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism.
Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God.
Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.
Be authentic to your dreams. Be authentic to your own idea about yourself. Grind away at your own minds and bodies until you become your own invention. Be Mad Scientists.
If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?
There was a time when I liked a good riot.
Put on some heavy old street clothes that could stand a bit of sidewalk-scraping, infect myself with something good and contagious, then go out and stamp on some cops. It was great, being nine years old.
The single simplest reason why human space flight is necessary is this, stated as plainly as possible: keeping all your breeding pairs in one place is a retarded way to run a species.
Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.
What? I bring joy to the world. I am filled with mirth and sunlight. Also, I am Batman.
Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!
Stephen King says that if you forget an idea, then it can't have been any good.
He means he, not you. You are not Stephen King. Do not attempt to emulate Stephen King at home.
Elijah Snow: 'Who have you pissed off this time, John?' John Stone: 'Sumatran robot death sluts -- Dammit, ONE of these buttons fires the atomic death biter --
Magic is the cheat codes for the world.
Journalism is just a gun. It’s only got one bullet in it, but if you aim right, that’s all you need. Aim it right, and you can blow a kneecap off the world.
I was having a mildly paranoid day, mostly due to the fact that the mad priest lady from over the river had taken to nailing weasels to my front door again.
Jim Rosato was recently married, to a Greek nurse.
Rosato was half Irish and half Italian, and there was a pool on at the 1st as to which of the two would arrive at work wearing the other's skin as a hat within the year.
Did you ever want to set someone's 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 you're the bastard who stole my drugs Friday night. And I'll find you. Oh, yes.
He was in blue jeans and a work shirt, which is another weird quirk of Rich Old Men. Just one of the guys here. Blue jeans and a work shirt, salt of the earth, working man like yourself. Like they're somehow uncomfortable about being rich enough to sleep in a bed made of vaginas being pulled around the town at night by a fleet of gold-covered midgets.
I grew up in the 80s in England: we'd wake up each morning and look out the window to see if the government had finally put Daleks on the streets.
I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years.
Don't live with writers. Writers are bastards.
My neck and shoulders are killing me.
Hard to focus on writing about murder, doom, shagging, our hopeless future & other comedy etc etc.
If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it
Listen to the Chair Leg of Truth! It does not lie!
That means that the universe is two-dimensional.
Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.
I admit that I have sometimes claimed to be Batman in the past. But only when really, really drunk.
Writing is basically a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I’m pretty sure.
Unless you turn out to be a shining and ballistic genius, then, trust me, if you want to do this then you're going to be spending the next few years doing little else. This is a thing you do at a table with a notebook and a keyboard, and there's no getting away from it. Put in the hours. You don't get to turn off 'being a writer.'
Chris Claremont once said of Alan Moore, "if he could plot, we'd all have to get together and kill him." Which utterly misses the most compelling part of Alan's 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.
Tradition - one of those words conservative people use as a shortcut to thinking.
Read comics. All comics. And then cut them open to steal their power.
good morning sinners. vampiric red bull intake in pub smoking compound commenced. day of heavy brain-fingering ahead.
It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way.
Los Angeles had no culture of its own, just a large collection of misreadings of the artistic histories of other, proper cities.
Santa Monica's only walkable if death is no hurdle.
The air's the wrong colour. People put sunglasses on their dogs. It's a hideous place where humans are not welcome and those who stay suffer eight kinds of brain damage.
You must remember that the common criminal will always join the armed forces for, if nothing else, regular meals and expert training in the use of guns.
What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small.
And it's one word long— PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
I want a tattoo over my heart that reads TRY HARDER YOU LAZY PARAMEDIC SHITBAG OR I WILL HAUNT YOUR BEDROOM FOREVER