Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul.

Scratch any fortune and you'll find blood only a generation or two back...child labor in mines or mills...Slavery. Drugs. Stock swindles. Wasting nature with clear-cuts, pollution, harvesting to extinction. Monopolies. Disease. War. Every fortune comes out of something unpleasant.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.

The only place where you can really surprise or shock the reader, or make someone laugh, is on the lower righthand corner - the very last panel - so as you turn the page, the payoff is in the upper lefthand panel. To pace every story so that there's a setup and a payoff at the page turn was a huge challenge; it's a part of the medium and you really have to learn what can be done in the medium.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.