I think people hate me pretty much across the board, which is nice.

I'm not sure what it would mean to have "made it." Made what? Yes, I can make a decent living in show business, so if that's the criteria, then I've made it. But that doesn't feel that important to me. The stuff that matters to me are the new challenges. I know that sounds hokey, but it's true.

The illustrators work so much harder on the books than the writers do. I mean, that's so much work doing what they do, and it's terrible for them.

Shuffling really isn't something you should be doing on your deathbed.

The whole idea of punk rock is that you're dressing yourself in a crazy leather jacket with safety pins and a Mohawk. The idea of being the rebel is a boring societal idea. It's such a type. And that's what I was, without knowing it.

I imagine there's a level of narcissism that goes into thinking you're enough.

The things I care about are the most pedestrian things in the world. I care about good ice cream and being a good dad and a decent husband.