I've always been very forward-looking, and it was actually kind of difficult to turn my gaze backwards to look at comics history.

If a comic comes out on the scene and it's really knock-out brilliant, the community is pretty good about getting the word about good newcomers.

Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell.

Art, as I see it, is any human activity which doesn’t grow out of either of our species’ two basic instincts: survival and reproduction.

Today, comics is one of the very few forms of mass communication in which individual voices still have a chance to be heard.

Creator and reader are partners in the invisible creating something out of nothing, time and time again.

Space does for comics what time does for film!

Form and content must never apologize for each other.

There's a very big part of me that just wants to take all of comics history and toss it on the bonfire. I'd sort of like to get on to the future.

The ancestors of printed comics drew, painted and carved their time-paths from beginning to end, without interruption, ... the infinite canvas.

My dad was an engineer and so I had this picture of science and technology and pursuits of the mind as being more impressive than artistic pursuits, which I saw a as kind of frivolous.

You’re insane, ” I told him, and stood up to dress.He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

Having a good time together is the essence of lovingness and the best means of increasing it.

My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.

I'd like to tour with the Backstreet Boys because I love them so much.

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When that stops we all die.

I dreamt that I woke up. It's the oldest dream of all, and I've just had it

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

Whether I'm making my own record, or playing a guitar part, I want what I do to have an impact.

Our society, including the liberals, must understand that there must be order.