The ancestors of printed comics drew, painted and carved their time-paths from beginning to end, without interruption, ... the infinite canvas.

Art, as I see it, is any human activity which doesn’t grow out of either of our species’ two basic instincts: survival and reproduction.

My dad was an inventor, and I think I've always had a rosy view of technology, or at least its potential.

By stripping down an image to essential meaning, an artist can simplify that meaning.

When you're free of editorial control, you owe it to yourself to obtain feedback from friends and readers. Some take those criticisms to heart and incorporate it into their work, and some ignore them.

Today, comics is one of the very few forms of mass communication in which individual voices still have a chance to be heard.

The notion of getting under the hood and explaining how something works, that's fairly familiar territory to me.