People will believe absurd things - in the 19th century and now.

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.

After all, that was a main purpose of science: to make things of all kinds happen sooner than they otherwise would.

If you have few days to live your life, what will be your passion for last days?

Writing is draining. Every word is like lifting a stone and levering it into place. Your head aches, your muscles ache and every word you conjure up is heavier than the last one.

If the doctors cure then the sun sees it. If the doctors kill then the earth hides it. The doctors should fear arrogance more than cardiac arrest.

Lead the life that will make you kindly and friendly to everyone about you, and you will be surprised what a happy life you will lead.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

But the "wise" person understands something else— that we are all connected and, therefore, his or her own happiness must include the happiness of others.

People look at you differently if you wear a bow tie, as opposed to a necktie.

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.

Sometimes I'm fragile, sometimes too emotional, but I'm putting everything I can on my side to be a happy person.