Ever since I'm done with Zim everyone thinks that I'm going to go back to comics. I've been flooded with emails asking me if I'm working on the new Johnny over and over again.

Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death.

But now I have a lot of little kids who watched Invader Zim whenever they could find it on television.

I am the rightful heir to the flaming global throne of evil. I WILL TAKE THIS WORLD AS MINE, so if you people could just cooperate it would be very nice.

I never killed anyone. I avoid going over that edge by writing about a guy who has taken a flying leap over it.

Doing something purely for one's own enjoyment is fine, but, I must admit, finding that others enjoy it as well has a certain power over the corners of my mouth.

I think there is something a little too self conscious about enjoying being an outsider.

Why does this person who is sitting behind a desk and never watches cartoons is arguing about what cartoons should be like. Its so creepy realizing that this person is a lunatic.

I take little bits and pieces of ideas that I may or may not believe in but I give them to this character and he runs with them. I have fun with however he handles the situation.

I like not being dead. Anything beyond that is just icing on the cake.My undead cake of livingness.

The world would be a much nicer place if people only used guns on themselves.

(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

Sometimes doesn't mean behaving nice, means you will got the same answer, it never means that everything done in positive = returns positive.... sometimes comes and negative.

For me, it's always best to just push everything out and just disappear by myself alone somewhere - and it's kind of like a need of mine.

Telling my story is to empower people to believe in their own power. We have so much power individually.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

We judge so superficially of things, that common words and actions spoke and done in an agreeable manner, with some knowledge of what passes in the world, often succeed beyond the greatest ability.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

Histories never conclude; they just pause their prose. Their stories are, if they are truthful, untidy affairs, resistant to windings-up and sortings-out. They beat raggedly on into the future.

The eye is a menace to clear sight, the ear is a menace to subtle hearing, the mind is a menace to wisdom, every organ of the senses is a menace to its own capacity.