Every kid loves fairy tales, stories of witches and giants and magicians. Then, when you get a little older you can't read fairy tales anymore.

We all wish we had super powers. We all wish we could do more than we can do.

When you work with people whom you like and you admire because they're so good at what they do, it doesn't feel like work. It's like you're playing.

I guess one person can make a difference.

I'm a frustrated actor. My ... goal is to beat Alfred Hitchcock in the number of cameos. I'm going to try to break his record.

Life is never completely without its challenges.

No one has a perfect life. Everybody has something that he wishes was not the way it is.

Achilles, without his heel, you wouldn't even know his name today.

Comic books to me are fairy tales for grown-ups.

Everybody learns differently and everybody gets to a certain point from a different direction.

Comics are stories; they're like novels or anything else. So the first thing you have to do is become a good storyteller.

Friendship is like a stubborn child who is playing hide and seek with your life. You have to find him at the darkest places of your heart in difficult times. And when you find the child

So many problems, however infinitely varied they first appear, turn out to be matters of money. I can't tell you how much this offends me.

Half the truth is often a great lie.

Readers are what it's all about, aren't they? If not, why am I writing?

We are by far the most contradictory of all primates. An animal with this much internal conflict has never lived on this earth.

Everyone's gotta make their own way.

TV is so seductive with a great workday. You're going to work and making people laugh, and that's fantastic.

I personally support the type of gymnastics which does not exceed a certain amount of acrobatics and risks because then one can still say: what a lovely sport gymnastics is.

America does not like people being not nice to dogs.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?