I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look

American Writers Often Say They Find It Difficult To Write Superman. They Say He's Too Powerful; You Can't Give Him Problems. But Superman Is A Metaphor. For Me, Superman Has The Same Problems We Do, But On A Paul Bunyan Scale. If Superman Walks The Dog, He Walks It Around The Asteroid Belt Because It Can Fly In Space. When Superman's Relatives Visit, They Come From The 31st Century And Bring Some Hellish Monster Conqueror From The Future. But It's Still A Story About Your Relatives Visiting.

Reality And Unreality Have No Clear Distinction In Our Present Circumstances.

I Do Like To Keep Abreast Of What The Hardcore Vocal Members Of The Comics-reading Audience Are Talking About On Internet Message Boards, But There Are So Few Of Them, As A Percentage Of The Buying Audience, That I Can't Allow Their Opinions To Dictate Story Direction.

I'm At A Stage In My Career Where I Don't Expect Or Get Too Much Editorial Input Into What I'm Doing. I Have A Proven Track Record Of Success, So My Editors Are Willing To Cut Me Some Slack Even When A Particular Approach Is Not To Their Personal Taste.

We Tell Our Children They're Trapped Like Rats On A Doomed, Bankrupt, Gangster-haunted Planet With Dwindling Resources, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Rising Sea Levels And Imminent Mass Extinctions, Then Raise A Disapproving Eyebrow When, In Response, They Dress In Black, Cut Themselves With Razors, Starve Themselves, Gorge Themselves, Or Kill One Another.