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“When you’re telling a story, you’re trying to connect to people in a particular way â€� The way in which you guys have inhabited this world, this universe, has made you part of it, part of the story. You are living in Firefly. When I see you guys, I don’t think the show is off the air. I don’t think there’s a show; I think that’s what the world is like. â€� The story is our lives.”
― Joss Whedon

“Coming back for Comic-Con. Now that the seal has been broken and we all know each other as in know each other, expect you and Chace to meet me there,â€� Benji told me and my mind filled with thoughts of Chace at a Comic-Con.

Because it did, I burst out laughing.

Chace’s eyes came right to me and seeing the look on his face, openly happy, I sighed again but this time on the inside.

I grinned at him but murmured, “I’m not sure that’ll ever happen.�

“I am,� Ally replied and I tore my eyes away from my husband�

My husband.

I looked to her. “No way.�

Ally looked to me. “That man would do anything for you. Even commune with a bunch of geeks.�

Well, I figured she would know. Since she had one like mine.

I grinned at her.”
― Kristen Ashley

“It struck Sophie that Comic-Con was something like a modern-day Brigadoon, a thriving city of a hundred and fifty thousand people that sprang up here in San Diego for less than a week every summer. People flocked to it from across the nation and around the world to populate it for its all-too-short existence, played their chosen roles, then dispersed back to their real homes as soon as the city disappeared. And the next summer, they'd do it all over again, forming a living history of their own in annual installments.”
― Matt Forbeck, The Con Job

“I think back to the parties Aimee and I planned, and how all those tuxedos and ball gowns weren't really that much different, costumewise, than some of these getups. Not as elaborate or out there, to be sure, but not so different. After all, is an hour at Bobbi Brown for the perfect party makeup that much of a stretch from an hour putting on a Klingon forehead or Spock ears? Is searching for the perfect dress, shoes, bag, wrap, jewelry so much different from the perfect jumpsuit, ray gun, ammo belt, and communicator? And unlike most of the regular parties we did, these people are way open to each other and the experience. There don't seem to be gaggles of people standing back to judge the other gaggles. And while a lot of the subsets do seem to flock together, Star Wars over here, Lord of the Rings over there, I haven't overheard one snarky comment about someone's costume. None of the women here, in all of their variety of shapes and sizes, seem to be doing anything other than squeeing at each other and praising how gorgeous they are. And everyone seems to just own themselves. I've been at hundreds of events looking at a sea of black dresses because everyone thinks it is slimming. But today I've seen a riot of color and skin. Including a 350-pound raven-haired vixen in a chain-mail corset, with cleavage you could park a hovercraft in, surrounded by a coterie of clearly smitten men. I wanted to high-five her.”
― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch

“Sure, I could have, no problem. The security they got around those room booking systems is like a kid’s playpen, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.â€�

Eliot reached across Parker to grab Hardison by the front of his shirt, but Parker shoved her shoulder between the two men, foiling the effort. “That’s your thing, man,� Eliot said over Parker’s shoulder as Hardison backed away into the corner of the cab. “What’s stopping you?�

Hardison shrugged, embarrassed. “All the people who come out here, they’re doing it for the sheer joy of being a geek about something. Might be the Avengers, Star Wars, Sailor Moon, or even them sparkly vampires, but hey, they took a week off work, saved up all their pennies for the badges—which sell out in about ninety minutes—and got their butts out there for the show. I—I just couldn’t do that to them.”
― Matt Forbeck, The Con Job

“How did you get the badges?â€� Parker asked. “You didn’t steal a badge from a pro, did you?â€�

“Of course not,� Hardison said. “Geek solidarity to the end.�
“Then whose name is this on my badge? Who’s Diana Prince?�
Hardison laughed. “That’s Wonder Woman’s secret identity.�
Parker giggled at that. “And who are you? Carl Lucas?�
“That’s Luke Cage’s original name.�
“Who?� Eliot didn’t bother to conceal his irritation.

“Luke Cage? You know, Power Man? Of Power Man and Iron Fist?� Hardison waited for a response that never came. “Sweet Christmas, what’s wrong with you people?�

“We have lives. And just who am I supposed to be, huh? Batman’s secret sidekick?�

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?� Sophie said. Nate gave her a nudge with his elbow, and she fixed him with a mischievous smile.

“Naw, man,� said Hardison. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I know how you feel about ‘fictional� people.�

“So who the hell is Warren Ellis?�
“He’s a comic-book writer. Good one.�
Eliot groaned. “For God’s sake, do I look like a comic-book writer?�

“Hey, don’t knock Warren Ellis. He wrote all sorts of great stuff. Global Frequency, The Authority, Transmetropolitan. Good stuff.”
― Matt Forbeck, The Con Job

“Warhol never tires himself. The agnostic isn't going to tire himself out working for the glory of God, or to prove his existence. Warhol isn't going to tire himself out proving the existence of art. Because, fundamentally, there is no need. We no more need the pathos of art than we need the pathos of suffering or the pathos of desire. A Stoic trait, this. What is good about Warhol is that he is Stoical, agnostic, puritanical and heretical all at the same time. Having all the qualities, he generously credits all around him with them. The world is there, and it's excellent. People are there, and they're OK. They have no need to believe in what they are doing, they're perfect. He is the best, but everyone's a genius. Never before has the privilege of the creator been quashed in such a way, by a kind of maximalist irony. And all without contempt or demagogy: there is in him a kind of airy innocence, a gracious form of the abolition of privileges. There is in him something of the Cathars and the theory of the Perfect.”
― Jean Baudrillard, The Perfect Crime

“CPAC is Comic-Con for Nazis.”
― Oliver Markus Malloy, American Fascism: A German Writer's Urgent Warning To America

“Diante dos seus olhos apareceu então a imagem minúscula e claramente iluminada de Adolf Hitler dirigindo-se ao servis lacaios que deviam constituir o Reichtag por finais dos anos 30. Der Führer estava então com o seu ar sarcástico, jovial e zombeteiro. Aquela cena famosa â€� que todos os homens de Yancy conheciam de corâ€� era aquela em que Hitler respondia ao requerimento que lhe fora feito pelo presidente Roosevelt para que garantisse as fronteiras de uma boa dúzia de minúsculas nações europeias. Uma a uma Hitler enunciava as nações que constituíam tal lista, a voz ia num crescendo ao ler o nome de cada uma, e de cada vez, as marionetes articuladas exultavam com o crescendo de troça do seu líder. A emotividade de tudo aquilo â€� der Führer, possesso de um divertimento titânico perante aquela lista tão absurda (mais tarde iria invadir, sistematicamente, quase todas as nações então referidas), os rugidos daqueles loucosâ€� Joseph Adams escutava, observava, sentia ecoarem dentro de si esses berros, sentia um divertimento sarcástico em consonância com o de Hitler â€� e ao mesmo tempo sentia um receio pura e simplesmente infantil de que aquela cena tivesse alguma vez ocorrido realmente. O que de fato acontecera. Aquele segmento, do primeiro episódio do documentário A, era â€� por estranho que tal pudesse parecer, dada a sua natureza de tal modo demoníaca â€� autêntico.”
― Philip K. Dick, The Penultimate Truth

“We'd been trying so hard to look like our heroes, we'd kinda forgotten what a hero really is. Capes, masks, powers â€� sure, that's great and all, but in the end ... it's just window dressing. Like Emile says: clothes don't make the man!”
― Mikko, Cosplay