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.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.

I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

In reality the world is made of thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It's not even coincidence. It's just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or propriety.