I Live In Constant Fear Of Being

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?

What Is An Idea Made Of? Of Future, Past And Also Meanwhile.

People Think That Whatever I Put Into Strips Has Happened To Me In My Life.

A Man Who Has Been Dead For A Week In A Hot Trailer Looks More Like A Man Than You Would First Expect.

Going On Letterman Is Like Going Off The High Dive. It's Exhilarating, But After A While It Wasn't The Kind Of Thrill I Enjoyed.