Life At Best Is Bittersweet.

I Feel That Man Can Transcend Himself To A Point Where He Can Accomplish Greater Things Than He Thinks. I See People Depressed And I See People Who Devalue Themselves And I Feel That's A Terrible, Terrible Waste. But I Love The People Who Try. But Try Fairly, Try Honestly.

If You're Drawing A Western Town, You Can Duplicate That Western Town From Instinct Alone. Some Artists May Take It From Other Illustrations Or Duplicate What You've Drawn, But It Will Never Have That Gut Reality That's Instinctive In The Artist.

The Artist Is The Lowest Form Of Life On The Rung Of The Ladder. The Publishers Are Usually Businessmen Who Deal With Businessmen. They Deal With Promotional People. They Deal With Financial People. They Deal With Accountants. They Deal With People Who Work On Higher Levels. They Deal With Tax People, But Have Absolutely No Interest In Artists, In Individual Artists, Especially Very Young Artists.

If A Carpenter Makes A Chair That's Comfortable For The Person Who's Going To Sit In It, He's Done His Job. If A Train Engineer Gets A Train In On Time, He's Going To Make Someone Happy Who's Waiting At The Station. And If An Artist Draws The Kind Of A Picture That People Are Going To Enjoy Looking At, Or He Makes A Visual Story Which People Are Going To Enjoy Reading, He's Done His Job.

I Began To Learn About The Universe Myself And Take It Seriously. I Know The Names Of The Stars. I Know How Near Or Far The Heavenly Bodies Are From Our Own Planet. I Know Our Own Place In The Universe. I Can Feel The Vastness Of It Inside Myself. I Began To Realize With Each Passing Fact What A Wonderful And Awesome Place The Universe Is, And That Helped Me In Comics Because I Was Looking For The Awesome.