Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Warren Girard Ellisis an English author of comics, novels, and television, who is well known for sociocultural commentary, both through his online presence and through his writing, which covers transhumanistand folkloric themes, often in combination with each other. He is a resident of Southend-on-Sea, England...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth16 February 1968
tired perfect edginess
You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism.
dream bad-ass ideas
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.
cutting stealing
Read comics. All comics. And then cut them open to steal their power.
running space-flight way
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.
bad-ass joy mirth
What? I bring joy to the world. I am filled with mirth and sunlight. Also, I am Batman.
sexy fun drinking
Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!
taken bad-ass rivers
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.
magic world cheat
Magic is the cheat codes for the world.
fire snow pissed-off
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 --
cities culture artistic
Los Angeles had no culture of its own, just a large collection of misreadings of the artistic histories of other, proper cities.
fiction contemporary bits
If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it
years want lasts
I want vasopressin, washed caffeine, Jumpstart, ginkgo biloba, guarana, and any intelligence enhancer introduced in the last five years.
dog eye thinking
So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob, and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as "the soul." So I hit him. What would you do?
dog eight air
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.