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

The more film I watch, the more John Ford looks like a giant. His politics aren't so good, and you have to learn to accept John Wayne as an actor, but he's a poet in black and white.

I want to write books that can be read a hundred years from now, and readers wouldn't be bogged down by irrelevant details.

I grew up with an artist father, and my parents' friends were also mainly artists or writers, so he connects what I do with his example.

My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.

I guess they needed a maze in Japan, where everything's neat and tidy. In America everybody's already wandering around lost.

My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage.