I try to do things in comics that cannot be repeated by television, by movies, by interactive entertainment.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

Life isn't divided into genres

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.

I think that in an increasingly virtual world, lovingly produced artefacts are at a premium.

Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.

It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for... it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side? Why aren't you laughing?