I'm sure someone out there has a workable solution. But what do I know? I make comic books and write about jazz. I do know the difference between right and wrong, though.

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.

I met Robert Crumb in 1962; he lived in Cleveland for a while. I took a look at his stuff. Crumb was doing stuff beyond what other writers and artists were doing. It was a step beyond Mad.

I'd been familiar with comics, and I'd collected 'em when I was a kid, but after I got into junior high school, there wasn't much I was interested in

I really don't have a lot in common with the people who attend the Comic Con. It's like assuming that all people who write prose are the same.

Comics are words and pictures. You can do anything with words and pictures.

Since about 1980 Kenny Werner has been one of jazz’s unsung heroes

I think that the so-called average person often exhibits a great deal of heroism in getting through an ordinary day . . .

Am I a guy who writes about himself in a comic book, or am I just a character in that book? If I die, will that character keep going, or will he just fade away?

Life is about women, gigs, an' bein' creative.

I realize that I'm pretty flawed, but you know - I haven't killed anybody yet.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

You must cast yourself on God's gospel with all your weight, without any hanging back, without any doubt, without even the shadow of a suspicion that it will give.

We cannot free ourselves from pride and selfish ambition; a divine rescue is absolutely necessary.

One thing that Life and I agreed right from the start was that one war photographer was enough for my family; I was to be a photographer of peace.

Work is work if you're paid to do it, and it's a pleasure if you pay to be allowed to do it.

If my film does not do well, it really hurts me. But by God's grace, even if some of my films may not have done well, people have still liked my work in it.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

The thunder of false modesty was deafening.

I have no ego, I'll make fun of myself, and I'll make fun of being humiliated. I get it.

Fanaticism is not a state of religion but a state of mind.