If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it

— Warren Ellis

If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain, do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set?

— Warren Ellis

In the long run, you see, none of that matters. I've seen Heaven, Dowling. And it's not a place where you exercise any power. In the long run, we are all three-dimensional side effects of a two-dimensional universe existing in a multidimensional stack.

— Warren Ellis

IT TOOK a conscious effort for Tallow to keep his hand off his gun as he walked up the apartment building’s stairs. There was no threat here. He told himself that with every step. But every step held memory.

— Warren Ellis

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

— Warren Ellis

I was happiest when I was working for myself. Setting my own goals. Improving my own skills… Take control of your world.

— Warren Ellis

Jim Rosado was recently married, to a Greek nurse. Rosado 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.

— Warren Ellis

Love is very important, nurse Igor. Love is a gateway emotion. Without it, you cannot fully comprehend and experience things like... vengeance, for instance. Or terror. Loss. Hate. Hate is all you need. Hate means never having to say you're sorry. You can't hate properly without ever having been in love. Because nothing will teach you hate as well as being in love. You can't understand a place without loving it. And it's the act of loving it that teaches you to hate it, as it chips away at your heart with its daily failures and disappointments.

— Warren Ellis

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

— Warren Ellis

Once in a very blue moon, John Tallow imagined his younger self standing down the timeline of his present life, bare toes curling in teenage beach sand, looking ahead to today and watching his future life collapse in on itself like a dying star. His future life becoming small and dark and dense, its gravity apparently grim and inescapable. Once in a very blue moon, John Tallow spent some cash on a bottle of vodka and drank it at home within an hour.

— Warren Ellis