I thought I had a great opportunity when I started doing my comic book in 1972. I thought there was so much territory to work in.

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.

I'm sure someone out there has a workable solution. But what do I know? I make comic books and write about jazz. I do know the difference between right and wrong, though.

I met Robert Crumb in 1962; he lived in Cleveland for a while. I took a look at his stuff. Crumb was doing stuff beyond what other writers and artists were doing. It was a step beyond Mad.

I'd been familiar with comics, and I'd collected 'em when I was a kid, but after I got into junior high school, there wasn't much I was interested in

I really don't have a lot in common with the people who attend the Comic Con. It's like assuming that all people who write prose are the same.

Comics are words and pictures. You can do anything with words and pictures.

Since about 1980 Kenny Werner has been one of jazz’s unsung heroes

I think that the so-called average person often exhibits a great deal of heroism in getting through an ordinary day . . .

Am I a guy who writes about himself in a comic book, or am I just a character in that book? If I die, will that character keep going, or will he just fade away?

Life is about women, gigs, an' bein' creative.

When nature suffers because it is destroyed by human activities, the notion of beauty is really losing its meaning, because nothing is more aesthetic than the natural beauty.

Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies. Don't put off the joy derivable from doing helpful, kindly things for others.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.

God gave us so many emotions, and so many strong ones. Every human being, even if he is an idiot, is a millionaire in emotions.

If you run, you might lose. If you don't run, you're guaranteed to lose.

Because nine years ago, I walked up to the most beautiful girl in the bar, and tonight she's still the only person I want to talk to.

A designer must always think about the unfortunate production engineer who will have to manufacture what you have designed; try to understand his problems.

Though man or angel judge my life and read it like an open scroll, And weigh my heart, I have judge more just than any—my own soul.

I keep my clocks a little fast / so time won't take me by surprise.