This sounds like my autobiography, but I thought this would be a good time to sound off about myself, as I think that I have been silent too long about my views and opinions.

The trouble with being a ghostwriter or artist is that you must remain rather anonymously without credit. If one wants the credit, one has to cease being a ghost and become a leader or innovator.

Much is written about the Batman because he is publicly exposed in print. Very little is known personally about his creator, because I haven't given out that many interviews.

It is difficult to separate, at times, the myth from the truth.

If Bill Finger created Batman, where is Bill Finger's byline on my strip? It is conspicuous by its absence.

I intend to explode the myths about myself and get down to the real truth about the legend that is Batman.

If you ever want to get the facts straight about me or the Batman, please write to the original source, myself, for the truth, instead of second guessing.

Batman has been acknowledged as a legend in my lifetime.

I was involved with the Batman. There are two sides to every story. Now you've heard my side.

I didn't have the time to literally write and draw the strip at the same time.

In the Golden Age of Batman, I penciled, inked, and lettered my strip by myself.

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

Love is the only flame that can light up your soul and universe simultaneously.

And you require no answers", Foamfollower was laughing in his gladness, "You are sufficient to every question".

But maybe kissing was enough. Maybe kissing was the only thing that mattered, anyway. Maybe kissing could overcome the whole vampire/basketball thing.

A beadlet dribbles down her cheek to wake a wet remembrance where the insincere took hold to empty forth her wounded heart.

In the arts they call it plagiarism, in business they call it competition.

Ideas are a dime a dozen. People who execute them are not.

I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what that is.

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.