Yeah, Hitman I suppose is most of the time a lighter read than Preacher; it was always going to be.

With a mini series you can give the story a proper sense of pacing, a proper sense of closure.

I don't necessarily write everything as automatically assuming it will be collected, there's nothing that says Hitman will be collected, though it might be.

If you look at Marvel Comics, there are very few Marvel characters I would like to write.

I guess you can stay sort of true to the story; you don't have to artificially bring the character back from whatever doom you've designed for them, you can tell the story, I suppose, honestly.

Preacher is a book that somehow allows me time by its settling on it's characters, that sort of modern gothic western feel. You're not likely to see the boat veering too far from that.

As the scripts come in they are sent to the artists, and the artists are either very busy, or ready to start.

You work for the devil, you better be ready to die for him.

There's immense fun to be had as long as you can sort of sneak it past DC. I have been told on occasion that I need to have more respect for these characters.

What happens when your world ends? Your lover steals your heart...and your father casts you out...and you fall.

I've seen a fair bit of the States and the rest of the world, and I'm convinced that there's nowhere I'd be happier, there's nowhere I'm missing out on because I'm in NY.

I walked out. I left. Andy Jankowski had taught me how.

I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.

I think most religious people experience just as much doubt as they do faith; they just don’t admit it. (13)

The more you let yourself go, the less others let you go.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

I love getting dressed up doing the whole premiere look.

Genuinely social people never ceased to amaze him. Their brains seemed to generate an inexhaustible fund of things to say, naturally, with no effort, out of nothing at all.

The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart