I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

You would open a drawer, which my father had jammed full of newspapers, and the bottom would drop out. There were buttons and screws and nails and bottle caps and jar lids – the drawer of jar lids! Why? Because they're made of metal and maybe there'll be another war and we'll need the metal. A friend of mine – I quote him in the book – says, 'You have found the source of the river eBay.'

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.

I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

I think when you really love something, you notice the minutiae.