It's cool that people like what I do, but I don't work for the audience.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

At this very moment I'm behind on a compilation that Slave Labor is doing for Free Comic Book Day.

Witty closing remarks have been replaced by massive head trauma and severe hemorrhaging.

I don't go to things because I want to see violence, I go to things because I want to see them handled well.

As I got farther and farther along in the series I did less and less preparation. I didn't use outlines or sketches. I just had a vague idea of what I wanted to tell and then the dialogue just came to me as I was inking the page.

I don't want little kids reading my comics.