To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared, so when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love.

The magic of comics is that there are three people involved in any comic: There is whoever is writing it, and whoever is drawing it, and then there's whoever is reading it, because the really important things in comics are occurring in the panel gutters, they're occurring between panels as the person reading the comics is moving you through, is creating a film in their heads.

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.