I try and write the way things happen. I don't try and fulfill people's wishes

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.

Be humble to see your mistakes, courageous to admit them, and wise enough to correct them.

The cheap no matter how charming how immediate does not wear so well. It has a way of telling its whole story the first time through.

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

Speakers are not supposed to waste time on platitudes, but the capacity of this generation for ignoring the obvious and concentrating on the negative and the obscure is immense.

When conscious activity is wholly concentrated on some one definite purpose, the ultimate result, for most people, is lack of balance accompanied by some form of nervous disorder.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

I haven't even seen you successfully talk to a woman since I've known you, unless of course, you count Alex Riley.

Now, I'm an atheist. I really don't believe for a moment that our moral sense comes from a god.

When people realize they are being listened to, they tell you things.

The real culprits are those who created a system that makes it dangerous to work and safe to loaf.