Along with all else, Sandman is a comic strip for intellectuals, and I say it's about time.

Culture is worth a little risk.

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

Writing can wreck your body. You sit there on the chair hour after hour and sweat your guts out to get a few words.

The paradox is that no love can prove so intense as the love of two narcissists for each other.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

Growth is a greater mystery than death. All of us can understand failure, we all contain failure and death within us, but not even the successful man can begin to describe the impalpable elations and apprehensions of growth.