I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?

There's this thing, they have in french: L'espirit d'escalier. The spirit of the stairway. I don't think we have a word for it in English. It means, well, the clever things to say that you only think to yourself when you're on the way out.

The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. (That may be a rule for life as well as for writing. But it’s definitely true for writing.) So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

The magic of comics is that there are three people involved in any comic. There's whoever's writing it and whoever's drawing it. And then there's whoever's reading it because they are creating the movement. They are creating the illusion of time passing.

I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses.

Libraries are our friends.