Where does contagion end and art begin?

I was writing the kind of comic that would make me, at age 26 or 27, go down to a comic book store every month and spend my $2. That was my starting point. I wanted to write a comic that I would read. And that's still my agenda.

If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

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