It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.

Libraries are the thin red line between civilization and barbarism.

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.

A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was, was worth someone having...if not died, then having given up her life. It wasn't fair. "Life's not fair," said Ginnie, as if I had spoken aloud.

It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.