Misery loves company. There's a lot to that.

People will believe absurd things - in the 19th century and now.

I thought I had a great opportunity when I started doing my comic book in 1972. I thought there was so much territory to work in.

I don't think I made any really big mistakes; it's just that I chose something difficult to do. Looking back, I suppose I should be grateful that I got as far as I got.

I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences.

Am I a guy who writes about himself in a comic book, or am I just a character in that book? If I die, will that character keep going, or will he just fade away?

You do not pursue potential conflict unless you hold power over your foe.