I wanted to write literature that pushed people into their lives rather than helping people escape from them.

I think that the so-called average person often exhibits a great deal of heroism in getting through an ordinary day . . .

I'm sure someone out there has a workable solution. But what do I know? I make comic books and write about jazz. I do know the difference between right and wrong, though.

I really don't have a lot in common with the people who attend the Comic Con. It's like assuming that all people who write prose are the same.

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

I'm a guy that likes to sit in one place

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.