The fiction I tend to like is nothing like my own work. I like the kind of writing that shows me things I don't know about, and what I don't know about is the everyday, normal world.

People aren't interested in seeing themselves as they really are.

It takes more drawing to tell a story in pantomime.

Alternative cartoonists have to rely on comic book stores to get their stuff in the hands of readers.

Every time I write something down I check it to see if it has that telltale glow, the glow that tells me there's something there. If it glows, it stays. Everything is either on or off.

Oh, I was never a very big Jim Woodring fan. I've never thought his work was that great.

A tree is an incomprehensibl e mystery.

Doing a story about my mundane, waking life, how much I don't like my job, or breaking up with someone, I don't think so. Those stories don't interest me that much as a general thing.

I've often thought I would like to try to write a conventional novel, but I just don't know enough about the real world to write one.

Comics could use more creators with something worthwhile to say.

Leslie Stein's comics give readers privileged access to a complete and wholly original world of gently skewed wonders.

Love always requires courage and involves risk.

There are times in my life when I just want to be by myself.

The humblest praise most, while cranks & malcontents praise least. Praise almost seems to be inner health made audible

Funk, I don't think I have anything to do with funk. I've never considered myself funky.

Trust me. I'm a genius.

The message is that ultimate meaning is to be found in this present moment, infusing our everyday lives, here and now.

[The public has] the habit now of invalidating opinions emanating from me by reference to my age and infirmities.

If you make the same mistake 3 times, that becomes ‘your arrangement’

The great problem of the concert hall is that the shoebox is the ideal shape for acoustics but that no architect worth their names wants to build a shoebox.

Just curious how much I'm going for these days," Leo said. "I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe...but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?