I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.

You don't... get it, boy... This isn't a mudhole... it's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon.

When I'm writing a comic book, I'm thinking about a character that I'm going to be drawing on the page. I've never drawn a character to look like who I want to cast in a movie because I don't think that way. I'm a real monomaniac. I do one thing at a time.

Nancy's got a guardian angel. Seven feet plus of muscle and mayhem that goes by the name of Marv.

I'll make it. I won't die. I've got too much I have to do to let myself die.

Alfred: Hmf. I suppose you'll take up flying next, like that fellow in Metropolis.

In the comic-book world, there tends to be an overblown sense of tradition. Bad habits die hard. There are ways I think the form could work more effectively if we lost the bad habits that were created before we were born.