I Just Continue To Be Kind Of

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

I Wanted To Write Literature That Pushed People Into Their Lives Rather Than Helping People Escape From Them.

Comics Are Words And Pictures. You Can Do Anything With Words And Pictures.

It's The Stuff That Happens Right In Front Of Your Face When There's No Routine And Everything Is Unexpected. That's What I Want To Write About.

I Think You Can Find All The Elements That You Can Find In Great Literature In Mundane Experiences.