I Try And Write The Way Things

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.

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.

Even A Pretty Traditional Comic Book Writer Can Make Valuable Contributions To The Internet.

I Think The People Who Would Be The Least Interested In My Work Would Be People Who Read Lots Of Comic Books.

Every Ethnic Group Thinks They Are The Chosen Ones.