Kipling: Where's your sense of humor?
Rebis: We're working on reconstructing it...

These characters were like twelve-bar blues or other chord progressions. Given the basic parameters of Batman, different creators could play very different music.

It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?

Einstein was wrong! I"M the speed of like CRACKING through shivery rainbows and GOD the sky whirls and withers like a melting RAINBOW!

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

Adults...struggle desperately with fiction, demanding constantly that it conform to the rules of everyday life. Adults foolishly demand to know how Superman can possibly fly, or how Batman can possibly run a multibillion-dollar business empire during the day and fight crime at night, when the answer is obvious even to the smallest child: because it's not real.