My head looks like an uncooked ham with glasses.

I prefer to imagine that my wife, a few friends, and occasionally my mom are the only ones who read what I do, though I realize that this is somewhat unrealistic.

I don't think of myself as an illustrator. I think of myself as a cartoonist. I write the story with pictures - I don't illustrate the story with the pictures.

The thing I don't understand is why so often one hears discussion of the fruits of human labor as if it's all the creation of some alien race.

A book sometimes seems to impose a through-line to life that real life doesn't actually have.

The modern world seems to make fun of people in a lot of ways.

Even the disappointing diffusion of a sheer curtain can suggest the most colorful bouquet of unspeakable secrets.

One of the most valuable things one of my art teachers said to me was, ‘Don’t get upset by criticism. Value the fact that at least someone noticed what you did.

I believe that the development of language - of naming, categorization, conceptualization - destroys our ability to see as we age.

Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.

Mostly, I was only interested in television as a kid, and the majority of reading material I collected was an adjunct to that central concern, comic books and magazines included.

Love is many kind acts accumulated over time that leave us feeling wonderful.

God makes the harvest to grow. But we choose the kind of seed we sow.

It is impossible to concieve of this immense and wonderful universe as the result of blind chance or necessity.

I was on the dance floor but I couldn't hear the band.

I like the part where you walk up on the stage and you're up there for the show. I like that part.

Daniel had ruined that couple’s life. Killed their daughter. All because he’d been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.

I hate feet, they're disgusting... what are they even for?

Hollywood is tripping over its own feet.

I would compete in unicorn back riding! Why? Because we are from the same fairytale.

No matter how fast a lie runs, the truth will someday overtake it.