I became a degenerate artist. My parents were shaped by their own experiences, and artists weren't so useful in the death camps.

In reality, childhood is deep and rich. It's vital, mysterious, and profound. I remember my OWN childhood vividly; I knew terrible things, but I knew I mustn't let the adults *know* I knew... it would scare them.

What's called art now probably has some legitimate things happening in it, but I've become more and more distrustful of a lot of it because it seems like an extension of the fashion trade and the stock market.

I always have been and will remain someone who loves real, 3D, substantial books. And I don't believe that it's a wistful, nostalgic interest like vinyl collectors. It's not the same thing.

I always had more allergies toward the superhero comics than the others. I thought those were aimed more toward the people who would beat me up.

Style is a capitalist invention. It's a trademark. It's very useful in the world of commerce to have a good trademark, but it wasn't my first concern. I got restless

In 1908, you could easily earn $20 to $200 as a cartoonist. What's amazing is that it's still true!