What’s your name, lad?” “Newton. Newton Pulsifer.” “LUCIFER? What’s that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?” “That’s Pulsifer,” explained Newton. “With a P. I don’t know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey.” The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.

In comics, collaboration saves your life. How well you can work with an artist, a colorist, a letterer, is how good your comic is.

I think that is something that I always like in my work - the sense of inclusion rather than the sense of otherness.

Librarians are the coolest people out there doing the hardest job out there on the frontlines. And every time I get to encounter or work with librarians, I'm always impressed by their sheer awesomeness.

I know that this is the internet, and we're all anonymous and all that, but really. It doesn't hurt to try to be nice.

Right," said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.

I am amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.