Some of the reviewers wanted less. Some wanted lots more. Some wanted lots more of something else. But these strips are exactly what they are.

Well, I am not 100 percent sure of the definition of polemic, but it wasn't meant to convince anybody of anything.

Comics are a gateway drug to literacy.

To die, it's easy. But you have to struggle for life.

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

I became a degenerate artist. My parents were shaped by their own experiences, and artists weren't so useful in the death camps.

With any work worth its salt, you have to trust the author enough to take its measure. And if you apply too many preconceptions, you are not taking its measure.

There's a therapeutic aspect to all making, but the nature of working is to compress, condense, and shape stuff, not to just expunge it. It's not just an exorcism.

When a technology is replaced by another technology, the previous technology either becomes art or it dies.

A manifesto, a diary, a crumpled suicide note, and a still relevant love letter.

I always had more allergies toward the superhero comics than the others. I thought those were aimed more toward the people who would beat me up.

Go all the way and let your soul be in what you are doing and there will be no limitations.

There's no end to the inventiveness of critics, I tell you. Because they can't write fiction, they put their impulse into their analysis of work.

I dont know where I come from but Im here now so deal with it.

In my sophomore year, a kid told me that the secret to getting women is to play really, really hard to get. I followed his advice, and I didn't have so much as a date that year.

As no darkness can be seen by anyone surrounded by light, so no trivialities can capture the attention of anyone who has his eyes on Christ.

My message of common-sense solutions is resonating with people. People around the country are starting to know who I am and starting to identify me with solutions, not rhetoric.

As they went by Assail, the male was watching them. "Jesus, he really is blind" Wrath pulled up short and unsheathed his dagger, pointed it directly into the guys face. "But my hearing is just fine

We do not have it out there as a distant dream. This could actually be reality.

Los Angeles functions for me as a kind of holy template. It is postwar America.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.