There's a widespread cultural barrenness across art and political culture. But there are some pockets of resistance on the extreme margins, like the techno-savvy protest movements, small press, the creator-owned comics, that seem to be getting some signs of hope for the future.

I genuinely like the people I meet at signings or the bits of public talking that I do.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

Love your rage, not your cage.

It wasn't so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, there's something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.