Stan Lee Quotes

Face front, true believers!

With great power comes great responsibility.

Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.

Excelsior!

Your humans slaughter each other because of the color of your skin, or your faith or your plitics -- or for no reason at all -- too many of you hate as easily as you draw breath. - Magneto

There is only one who is all powerful, and his greatest weapon is love.

HULK SMASH!

Coming from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

Nuff said!

The power of prayer is still the greatest ever known in this endless eternal universe.-The Watcher in The Avengers #14

Luck's a revolving door, you just need to know when it's your time to walk through.

Nevermore shall men make slaves of others! Not in Asgard--not on Earth--not any place where the hammer of Thor can be swung--or where men of good faith hold freedom dear!

For men must never feel a cause is hopeless-- men must never feel an enemy cannot be beaten!

I said, “Juvenile delinquents eat chocolate cake, so chocolate cake must cause juvenile delinquency,” but nobody listened to me. I wasn’t on TV.

Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?

In the beginning Marvel created the Bullpen and the Style. And the Bullpen was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the Artists. And the Spirit of Marvel said, Let there be The Fantasic Four. And there was The Fantasic Four. And Marvel saw The Fantasic Four. And it was good.

Wives should be kissed - not heard.

That person who helps others simply because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero

The only advice anybody can give is if you want to be a writer, keep writing. And read all you can, read everything.

There must always be those with the fire of rebellion in their blood! There must always be those who will dare to fight an unbeatable enemy! Only thus can the race of man remain strong and fearless!

And now, until we meet again, may the blessings of Asgard be showered upon you!

Good" and "Bad" may be alien concepts to him, Ben.

You know, I guess one person can make a difference. 'Nuff said...

Duane just kept working, not even looking up.

The pleasure of reading a story and wondering what will come next for the hero is a pleasure that has lasted for centuries and, I think, will always be with us.

Forced idleness is a terrible thing.

Let's lay it right on the line. Bigotry and racism are among the deadliest social ills plaguing the world today. But, unlike a team of costumed super-villains, they can’t be halted with a punch in the snoot, or a zap from a ray gun. The only way to destroy them is to expose them—to reveal them for the insidious evils they really are.

With great power, comes great responsibility.

They sit together, physically separate but utterly connected by the moment they've created

Marvel is a cornucopia of fantasy, a wild idea, a swashbuckling attitude, an escape from the humdrum and the prosaic. It's a serendipitous feast for the mind, the eye, the imagination, a literate celebration of unbridled creativity, coupled with a touch of rebellion and an insolent desire to spit in the eye of the dragon.

They all shared Stan’s personal allegiance to the famous old saying: War is not about dying for your country. It’s about making the other guy die for his.

To me, Writing is Fun. It doesn’t matter what you’re writing, as long as you can tell a story.

I loved Eddie. You know that, Stan. He'll be enshrined in my heart until I draw my last breath. But he can't be enshrined in my life. I've got to let go and move on. So do you.

Fighting is the last resort of the ignorant!!" -- Dr. Strange

With great power, there must also come, great responsibility

You're not a Horse!" the woman cried. That,Steven thought, is a strange thing to say.

But she didn’t know that when she was younger; then, the classroom was just a place that transformed itself based on whatever she was supposed to learn that day, like the Room of Requirement.

Are you tryin' to defeat me by talking me to death?!' -- Peter Parker

But the kid could think, too. He wasn’t academic like Joe, but he was practical. His IQ was probably about the same, but it was a get-the-job-done type of street smart IQ, not any kind of for-the-sake-of-it cerebral indulgence. Reacher liked facts, for sure, and information too, but not theory. He was a real-world character. Stan had no idea what the future held for the guy. No idea at all, except he was going to be too big to fit inside a tank or an airplane cockpit. So it was going to have to be something else.

Welcome true believers, this is Stan Lee. We’re about to embark the exploration of a fantastic new universe and the best part is that you are gonna create it with me. You may know me as a storyteller, but hey on this journey consider me your guide. I provide the widy and wonderful worlds and you create the sights, sounds and adventures. All you need to take part is your brain. So take a listen and think big, no bigger, we make it an epic. Remember when I created characters like the Fantastic Four and the X-Men? We were fascinated by science and awed by the mysteries of the great beyond. Today we consider a nearer deeper unknown one inside ourselves. […] we asked: What is more real? A world that we are born into or the one we create ourselves. As we begin this story, we find humanity lost within is own techno bubble. With each citizen the star of their own digital fantasy. […] But the real conundrum is, just because we have the ability to recreated ourselves, should we? […] Excelsior!” 

To my way of thinking, whether it’s a superhero movie or a romance or a comedy or whatever, the most important thing is you’ve got to care about the characters. You’ve got to understand the characters and you’ve got to be interested. If the characters are interesting, you’re half-way home.

He has to survive this, if only to avoid having his digital corpse kicked to pieces by those grunting, knuckle-dragging troglodytes otherwise known as commenters.

His heart's as cold as an ice cube!' -- Peter Parker thought.

If all that boasting doesn't tire you out, nothing will!' -- Peter Parker

If you are interested in what you do, that keeps you going!

Reading is very good.

Entertainment is one of the most important things in people's lives. Without it, they might go off the deep end.

Life is never completely without challenges.

If you have an idea that you genuinely think is good, don't let some idiot talk you out of it.

or if she’s coming back from Zumba class at the Y, the thermostat ticks to a more comfortable post-workout setting.

it was as if the entire day, the entire vacation even, were leading up to a single moment. he felt certain then that stan lee was in some direct communication with the universe - in a way, say, that the watcher, the most mysterious marvel character, was content like some gnostic entity merely to know of machinations of creation - and that through lee's spiritually advanced vision, paul's own destiny was entrapped in the monthly serializations of these kitschy superheroes. he seemed both influenced and influencer in the world of marvel.

At the end of the day, Cameron won’t be a cyberkinetic superhero ready to save the world. He’ll be a boy, standing in front of a girl, offering her the meager gift of his heart and hoping that it’s enough.

Who the hell is Warren Ellis again?” Hardison gaped at the man. “Only one of the greatest comics writers in the past twenty years. Might as well ask who Alan Moore is, or Frank Miller, or Mark Waid, or Brian Michael Bendis, or Marv Wolfman, or Geoff Johns.” Eliot gave Hardison a blank look as they wove their way through the hall. Parker took the lead, toting a printed sign with her. Eliot and Hardison trailed in her wake. They made a point of striding right past Patronus’s booth. They didn’t turn to see if he noticed them. “No one?” Hardison said. “Nothing? Not even Kurt Busiek? Neil Gaiman?” “I have a life. I do things, active things. I date women.” “Stan Lee?” Eliot gave Hardison that one with a wag of his head. “Who hasn’t heard of Stan Lee?” “All right,” Hardison said with satisfaction. “You had me worried there, man.

He never looks at comics these days, even though they’ve become fashionable to the point where adults are allowed to read them without fear of ridicule. Ironically, in David’s view, this makes them a lot more ridiculous than when they were intended as a perfectly legitimate and often beautifully crafted means of entertaining kids. At age thirteen, David’s idea of heaven was somewhere that comics were acclaimed and readily available, perhaps with dozens of big budget movies featuring his favourite obscure costumed characters. Now that he’s in his fifties and his paradise is all around him he finds it depressing. Concepts and ideas meant for the children of some forty years ago: is that the best that the twenty-first century has got to offer? When all this extraordinary stuff is happening everywhere, are Stan Lee’s post-war fantasies of white neurotic middle-class American empowerment really the most adequate response?

I am going to die. Not in the goth existential way of overwrought poetry, all, “I stood upon the stage of life and saw Death, my dark-eyed lover, flipping me the bird from the back row,” but in the very literal sense that something’s going to happen to make his heart stop beating in, oh, say the next five minutes.

Never shall I truly understand the human race.  What do they seek to prove by their eternal battling? What glory do they find in harming a fellow being? Or, as I sometimes suspect, have I been condemned to a world where madness reigns?” -- the Silver Surfer in Fantastic Four #55, by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Joe Sinnott, Sammy Rosen, and Irving Forbush.

Then, in far less time than it takes to tell - - The blip is gone - - But the wonderment begins - -

That person who helps others simply because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero.

If the man that you plan to spend your life with is not your greatest supporter and biggest STAN!!! You either need a different plan or a different man.

Knihy vystavené v Nonstop knihkupectví pana Al-Asmariho v září 1969 na stolku s cedulkou MO DOPORUČUJE: Lloyd Alexander: Král králů* Maya Angelouová: Vím, proč ptáček v kleci zpívá Penelope Asheová: Nahá přišla cizinka* Margaret Atwoodová: Žena k nakousnutí* J. G. Ballard: Utopený svět Richard Brautigan: V melounovém cukru* John Brunner: Jeden vedle druhého na Zanzibaru Michael Crichton: Kmen Andromeda* Philip K. Dick: Blade Runner: Sní androidi o elektrických ovečkách?* Lawrence Ferlinghetti: Skryté významy věcí Stan Lee a Jack Kirby: Fantastická čtyřka #89 Ursula K. Le Guinová: Levá ruka tmy* Norman Mailer: Armády noci* Michael Moorcock: Hle, člověk* Philip Roth: Portnoyův komplex* Jack Vance: Město Chasch Kurt Vonnegut: Jatka č. 5* Tom Wolfe: Kyselinovej test*

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick The Secret Meaning of Things, Lawrence Ferlinghetti Fantastic Four #89, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. LeGuin The Armies of the Night, Norman Mailer Behold the Man, Michael Moorcock Portnoy’s Complaint, Philip Roth City of the Chasch, Jack Vance Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Tom Wolfe

I personaggi dei fumetti raccolgono le tendenze inconsapevoli del tempo, diventando i portavoce di tali tendenze. Proprio perché le persone riescono a identificarsi così pienamente in loro, i personaggi dvengono parte del mito. I personaggi di Stan Lee hanno fatto tutto ciò negli anni Sessanta. Lui si è riallacciato ai sentimenti contro l'ordine costituito, all'alienazione e all'autosvalutazione... Stan ha usato personaggi con l'alito cattivo e l'acne, più punk, più giovani, in un momento in cui i giovani avevano bisogno di simboli che prendessero il posto di molte delle cose che respingevano." Citazione di Lenette Kahn, DC Comics - pag. 155

Harry waxes poetic about magic. He'll go on and on about how it comes from your feelings, and how it's a deep statement about the nature of your soul, and then he'll whip out some kind of half-divine, half-insane philosophy he's cobbled together from the words of saints and comic books about the importance of handling power responsibly.

Tuck had always been made smaller made than Stan. Narrow shoulders, tiny hands and short fingers. Even as a young man his brown eyes were always watering like he'd been crying and his face never took hair well. What he had instead were four or five patches of hair that looked like a cluster of bee stingers popping straight out from his cheeks.

In March 1970, Lee again turned to the Soapbox to lay out Marvel’s policy on “moralizing.” Some readers simply wanted escapist reading, but Lee countered: “I can’t see it that way.” He compared a story without a message to a person without a soul. Giving the reader insight into his world, Lee explained that his visits to college campuses led to “as much discussion of war and peace, civil rights, and the so-called youth rebellion as . . . of our Marvel mags.” All these ideas, Lee said, shape our lives. No one should run from them or think that reading comic books might insulate someone from important societal topics.8

Invizibilii. Îi vînam peste tot, îi colecționam, îmi populam paradisul interior cu ei. Trăim într-o civilizație a imaginii, se spune peste tot, într-un Ev Media, zice un filozof contemporan, what you see is what you get, spune înțelepciunea populară. Însă lucrurile stau, de fapt, pe dos: cînd în corpul realului imaginile au metastazat, imaginile care ni se refuză sunt cu atît mai hipnotice, ce nu se vede e cu atît mai prețios, nevăzutele și nevăzuții sunt obiecte de cult. Îi colecționam, prin urmare, pe invizibili cum ar fi colecționat un mistic dement fragmente din Graal. Pe nicicînd văzutul Thomas Pynchon, de pildă. Pe aproape nevăzutul Salinger. [...] Pe Terrence Malick, care, după ce Days of Heaven ia, la Cannes, în 1979 premiul pentru cel mai bun director și Oscarul pentru cea mai bună cinematografie, se retrage brusc din lume vreme de douăzeci de ani. [...] Pe Steve Ditko, creatorul lui Doctor Strange și co-creatorul lui Spider-Man, numit cîndva de presă un J.D. Salinger al revistelor comics, care s-a făcut invizibil în 1968 și n-a mai dat niciun interviu de atunci încoace (deși unii dintre vecini pretind că l-au mai văzut la supermarket, iar Stan Lee, mult mai celebrul lui coleg, celălalt co-creator al lui Spider-Man și inventatorul aproape tuturor marilor eroi de comics, declară că a avut o scurtă întîlnire întîmplătoare cu el prin '96). [...] Duzini, centurii, brigăzi, divizii întregi de eroi invizibili îmi populau creierul invizibil și inima invizibilă. Armada mea Invizibilă. Fără ea, lupta cu realul ar fi fost pierdută înainte de a începe. [...]

I had been a reader of THOR in college. I had read the Stan Lee and Jack Kirby stuff. I had loved it. I had been a Norse mythology fan since I was a kid and was thrilled to discover a comic that was kind of based on Norse mythology-there's not a one-to-one correspondence, but there's no reason there should be. I was delighted to find it, and I didn't care that it wasn't exactly the myth. For one thing, Thor didn't have red hair in the comics. I was fine with that. - Walter Simonson

Men who had been doctors and lawyers in the Old Country were reduced to roving as street peddlers. “This was the boasted American freedom and opportunity,” said Ravage, “the freedom for respectable citizens to sell cabbages from hideous carts, the opportunity to live in those monstrous, dirty caves that shut out the sunshine.

To me, faith is the opposite of intelligence, because faith means believing something blindly. I don’t know why God—if there is a God—gave us these brains if we’re going to believe things blindly.

Even if the informer were right, and Couza were a sham, America surely was no sham.” Perhaps we are to take the story as allegory; either way, the point stood: In the new Jerusalem they called the United States, you could make it just fine as a bullshitter.

MAY 7, 1989, brought a quiet milestone for Stan: the first of his many onscreen cameos. That evening saw the airing of a TV-movie sequel to the old NBC live-action series The Incredible Hulk, entitled The Trial of the Incredible Hulk.

(For what it’s worth, Kirby had him beat by a mile: The show’s creators had put the King in an episode as a police sketch artist a decade prior.)

In the summer of 1998, as Marvel was restructuring after its bankruptcy, Stan’s contract was terminated (a later lawsuit brought by JC against Marvel said he was fired, but that may just be a matter of semantics). When he went to meet with Perlmutter about getting a new one, the latter reportedly told him he could come back with a two-year deal that paid him only $ 500,000 a year—a significant reduction from what he’d been paid previously, and a paycheck that could easily stop after the two years were up. It wasn’t nearly enough to keep up with Joan and JC’s expensive habits and the lifestyle he himself had grown accustomed to. “And he cried on my shoulder, literally,” Paul recalls. “He said, ‘What do I do? I can’t live on $ 500,000 and two years. I don’t know what to do.

Such is the legacy of Stan’s final attempt to achieve professional success. Ostensibly a humble shop dedicated to gifting the world with new gems from the mind of the man who made Marvel, POW was, by many accounts, a largely criminal enterprise. It stands accused of routinely ripping off investors, lying to shareholders, entering the stock market through an illegitimate merger, and committing bankruptcy fraud, among other misconduct. Reports differ as to how much Stan knew about what was going on, but even if he was out of the loop, his decision to stay out of the loop and remain uninterested in his own company’s dealings—especially in the wake of the Stan Lee Media debacle—does not speak well of him. Perhaps his neglect meant he ultimately had no problem with the commission of crimes, so long as the company kept filling his coffers with relatively easy money, as one lawsuit claims.

What’s more, members of Stan’s inner circle say JC lost all control in this stretch of time, allegedly going so far as to physically attack her parents. And yet, in a stunning contrast, while Stan became mired in the grime of his private world, his public image shone brighter than ever. As the Marvel brand ascended—first gradually, then rapidly—to the heights Stan had dreamed of, he was allowed to bask in its reflected glory, his face plastered on the big screen in cameo appearances that made him recognizable around the globe and swiftly solidified his status as a cultural icon of the upper echelons.

ENDING UP IN the care of one’s child is generally seen as a natural outcome of a life well lived, but it is unlikely that Stan knew peace once his daughter was calling the shots in his life. Stan’s existence grew quieter for the remainder of his days, insofar as there were no more visits from the cops or notarized statements attesting to Grand Guignol circumstances. But based on all we know about Stan’s relationship with JC, from testimony and his own recorded words, we can only assume that his hours were still privately hellish. As a source close to the Lees says, JC is “very fear-based” and prone to verbal violence. “It’ll be something simple,” the person says, “like ‘Oh, I forgot to pick up the milk,’ and suddenly this whole avalanche of ‘You’re a terrible person and you’re just trying to use me!’ That kind of thing will happen. It’s incredibly hard to be around. It’s incredibly toxic.

WE CAN BE certain of one thing: Stan Lee was far less than truthful about his life and accomplishments. He lied about little things, he lied about big things, he lied about strange things, and there’s one massive, very consequential thing he may very well have lied about. If he did lie about that last thing—and there’s substantial reason to believe he did—it completely changes his legacy.

Wood gave up, left, and never forgave Stan as long as he lived. “He despised Stan,” recalls Wood’s former assistant Ralph Reese. “He was always on, he was always being Stan Lee. He was just a relentless self-promoter. He was kind of a phony, in Wood’s opinion.” Years later, according to Reese, Wood and Ditko would spend time together and kvetch about Stan. “They said that Stan’s a blowhard and took credit for a lot of stuff he didn’t really create,” Reese recalls. “Even more than that, they resented the fact that Stan was making millions of dollars and they were still struggling, living in rented apartments.

Stan had, in a way, fulfilled the wish he’d harbored since at least the end of World War II: He was finally free from the world of comic books. The time had come to try his hand in showbiz. Like a wish on the monkey’s paw, the results ended up being as much curse as blessing.

After a decade of lackluster leadership at Marvel and a prior decade of taking credit for things he didn’t do, Stan’s demons were finally starting to catch up to him in public.

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Books on display in Al-Asmari’s 24-Hour Bookstore in September 1969, on the table labeled MO’S PICKS: The High King, Lloyd Alexander I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou Naked Came the Stranger, Penelope Ashe The Edible Woman, Margaret Atwood The Drowned World, J. G. Ballard In Watermelon Sugar, Richard Brautigan Stand on Zanzibar, John Brunner The Andromeda Strain, Michael Crichton Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick The Secret Meaning of Things, Lawrence Ferlinghetti Fantastic Four #89, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin The Armies of the Night, Norman Mailer Behold the Man, Michael Moorcock Portnoy’s Complaint, Philip Roth City of the Chasch, Jack Vance Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Tom Wolfe

Okay, here are the rules: we all have to drink when there’s a fight scene, something explodes, there’s a reference to another Marvel movie, Stan Lee pops up for a

With great responsibility, comes great power.

RIP Lee Iacocca..His autobiography taught my MBA batch reading... I still remember on very first day of our Director Mr. Syamal Ram Kishore spoke about the legendary Lee... and most of us knew only about "Bruce Lee" and a few of comic bugs knew of "Stan Lee" but this man had "Lee" as his first name.. So he forced us to read it.. Was wonderful experience... Whatta man, creator and influence.... "Lee Iacocca"... Not to Forget his "MUSTANG

A picture is worth a thousand words, but a comic is worth a million.

If you have an idea that you think is genuinely good don't let some idiot talk you out of it.

Why are these two gallant allies battling each other to the bitter end?? ..... mainly to get you to buy this mag and see the answer inside! ( If we can't always be clever, we can at least be honest!) (Tales of Suspense #58)

Anyone can win a fight—when the odds—are easy! It's when the going's tough—when there seems to be no chance—that's when—it counts!

J.C.’s friends sometimes wondered why her father was making all that noise. J.C. told them not to worry. That was just her father at work.

Right there. Stan Reacher, nem con. Which was short for the Latin nemine contradicente, which meant no one spoke against, which meant no one else wanted the job.