Yes! I'm the slowest comic-book writer on Earth.

Yet I'm making a book and I'm going to care immensely about what words get bound in the pages, and I want the object to look good. I won't believe in it and it won't be real to me until there's a finished book I can hold.

There were days when no kid came out of his house without looking around. The week after Halloween had a quality both hungover and ominous, the light pitched, the sky smashed against the rooftops.

Discomfort is very much part of my master plan.

Apparently Brooklyn needn't always push itself to be something else, something conscious and anxious, something pointed toward Manhattan.... Brooklyn might sometimes also be pleased, as here on Flatbush, to be its grubby, enduring self.

Every artist has limits. No one can do everything. It's impossible.

I had an all-Fear of Music iPod, just versions of the 11 songs from the record. No other songs allowed.