Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

I wonder if you can refuse to inherit the world.

All the new media will inevitably change the look, function, and maybe even the purpose of comics, but comics are vibrant and versatile, so I think they'll continue to find relevance one way or another. But they definitely won't be the same as what I grew up with.

Each kind of story has its own problems in writing, but my main concern really is to keep the reader on his toes, or to keep the strip unpredictable. I try to achieve some sort of balance between the two that keeps the reader wondering what's going to happen next and be surprised.

I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep everyone's expectations.

Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!