Everything was sensory and I never saw the structure in anything.

By the end of the 50s, everything began to collapse and, little by little, I lost all of my work. I lost Rex, the Wonder Dog and all the westerns.

I was not too smart and constantly mouthed off and didn't know anything.

Comics were going down for the second time and here, all of a sudden, came this thing and for the next fifteen years, romance comics were about the top sellers in the field; they outsold everything.

Coming into the business, you'd pass through these little agencies until you got to understand what was happening in the business, unless you were really able to have a style strong enough to go directly to the publishers.

It was exactly an assembly line. You could look into infinity down these rows of drawing tables.

All of the penciling was consistently done by one person and the inking was whoever could finish on time.