I set myself up for a lot of trouble by wanting to tell a story that is fairly earnest and emotional and expressive, but to do it in the most subtle, realistic way.

The experience of reading a comic should not be the time it takes to turn each page.

There are certain artists and filmmakers who, I get the impression, are trying to show off how bad their characters can be, how immoral their characters can be.

I think when I finally got it in my head that I was going to do the story, I wanted to avoid doing what I thought people wanted me to do.

A lot of the kinship that people notice is not coincidental. I was very impressionable and trying to find my role models when I was twelve or thirteen.

I'm getting to a point in my life where my whole attitude about the relationship between myself and the audience is totally different.

If you're changing diapers and going to the playground, any ambitions of being a cool guy have to fly out the window.

I feel like if people are going to go to the effort to get a stamp and, you know, put it on an envelope that, you know, it's a big effort these days. So I often write back.

I started publishing my comic while I was still living with my parents.

When email and the Internet came along, I never publish an email address. I just stuck with this P.O. Box address.

For me, like, the more interesting a letter is I just get more excited and I know that this going to be great for my friends who are looking forward to reading that in my comic.

Today the greatest single source of wealth is between your ears.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

OppressionNow dreamsAre not availableTo the dreamers, Nor songsTo the singers.In some landsDark nightAnd cold steelPrevail--But the dreamWill come back, And the songBreakIts jail.

Why would you want someone who is conflicted and doesn't know if they love you or not?

A lot of the issues of rhythm in film are found in the editing because it's very rare that any sequence is the sequence that is shot.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!

Alexander the Great and his mule driver both died and the same thing happened to both.

You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. “I’m a mechanic.

The Doctrine of the Trinity teaches that within the unity of the one Godhead there are three separate persons who are coequal in power, nature, and eternity.