Ormus liked to compose his own songs up on the flat roof of the apartment block, and spent eternities up there, lost within himself, searching for the points at which his inner life intersected the life of the greater world outside, and calling those points of intersection "songs.

Sometimes attaining the deepest familiarity with a question is our best substitute for actually having the answer.

Everything that impeded him had to be outweighed, even if only by a fraction, by all that drove him on.

I'm the idea of the human imagination, which, when you think about it, is the only thing we can really be certain ISN'T imaginary.

Written By Alan Moore

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