I just noticed recently that in one book after another I seem to find an excuse to find some character who, to put it idiotically simply, is allowed to talk crazy.

It wasn't for children, seventh grade. You could read the stress of even entering the building in the postures of the teachers, the security guards. Nobody could relax in such a racial and hormonal disaster area.

Writing is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind.

I'm learning to hate the sound of my own voice.

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.

Art is about eliminating almost everything in order to focus on the thing that you need to talk about.

You don’t have the slightest idea of what it means to write a scene and a character in the English language, with images and words chock full of received meaning.