I'm a serial deconstructor of my own authority in certain areas.

I have a horror of silence while I'm writing. It's like the universe is howling at me if I don't have it.

The past is still visible. The buildings haven't changed, the layout of the streets hasn't changed. So memory is very available to me as I walk around.

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

In the sea of words, the in print is foam, surf bubbles riding the top. And it's a dark sea, and deep, where divers need lights on their helmets and would perish at the lower depths.

Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.