I've probably had my day in the sun. I think I've influenced a lot of comic book writers

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.

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

Even the laws of justice themselves cannot subsist without mixture of injustice.

Difficulty attracts the man of character because it is in embracing it that he realizes himself

I'd read so much right-wing crime fiction where they find the evidence and shoot the bad guy - I thought there must be another approach.

If a mosquito has a soul, it is mostly evil. So I don't have too many qualms about putting a mosquito out of its misery. I'm a little more respectful of ants.

No society that feeds its children on tales of successful violence can expect them not to believe that violence in the end is rewarded.

I'm the 1st black platinum artist in Detroit, solo artist in Detroit.

Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is in the world is done by children.

Yes, it's true I once knocked out a horse. It was at a fiesta in my mother's home town of Guarare. Someone bet me a bottle of whiskey that I couldn't do it