"THis is an IMAGINARY STORY (Which may never happen, but then again may) about a perfect man who came from the sky and did only good. It tells of his twilight, when the great battles were over and the great miracles long since performed; of how his enemies conspired against him and of that final war in the snowblind wastes of the Northern Lights; of the women he loved and of the choice he made between them; of how he broke his most sacred oath, and how finally all the things he had were taken from him save for one. It ends with a wink. It begins in a quiet midwestern town, one summer afternoon in the quiet midwestern future. Away in the big city, people still sometimes glance hopefully from the sidewalks, glimpsing a distant speck in the sky... but no: it's only a bird, only a plane. Superman died ten years ago. This is an IMAGINARY STORY...
Aren't they all?"
--Alan Moore, "Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?",
Superman #423
"The next morning, still wondering [whom I'd get to write the story], I happened to be having breakfast with Alan Moore. So I told him about my difficulties. At that point he literally rose out of his chair, put his hands around my neck, and said, 'If you let anybody but me write that story, I'll kill you.'" --Julius Schwartz, editor of Superman, circa 1985.
Alan Moore, in all his gloryLater Days.
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