Fans of my books have just been supremely nice.

It was interesting looking back at the '80s and trying to find newspaper headlines from the time - the cliché of history repeating itself.

I mean, do you know what you get when you call a suicide hotline in New York city? A busy signal. Literally.

In film, you have the luxury of accomplishing what you need in 24 frames every second. Comics, you only have five or six panels a page to do that.

Sure, this will probably end up being another in a long line of emotionally crippling misadventures...but let's try to have some fun along the way.

Some people are haunted by their pasts, but not my family. I mean, how can you be haunted by something that never really dies?

Violence is stupid. Even as a last resort, it only ever begets more of the same.