I got into underground comics fairly early on and kind of wandered away from the superhero stuff, but I was an art student and I was drawing a lot as a kid.

I’ve always been uninterested in boundaries or quarantines between tastes and types, between mediums and genres.

Teenage life - possibly adult life too is all about what you want and can’t have. And then about what you receive and misuse.

Insomnia is a variant of Tourette's--the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance--as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off.

I work on a laptop specifically so I can work in cafes and pretend I'm part of the human world.

The book is openly a kind of spiritual autobiography, but the trick is that on any other level it's a kind of insane collage of fragments of memory.

There's never any percentage in being ahead of your time.