I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

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.

I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?

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.