Ordinary Life Is Pretty Complex Stuff.

I Think That The So-called Average Person Often Exhibits A Great Deal Of Heroism In Getting Through An Ordinary Day . . .

I Always Wanted Praise And I Always Wanted Attention; I Won't Lie To You. I Was A Jazz Critic And That Wasn't Good Enough For Me. I Wanted People To Write About Me, Not Me About Them. So I Thought, What Could I Do? I Can't Sing, I Can't Dance, I Can't Act Or Anything Like That. Ok, I Can Write.

American Splendor Is Just An Ongoing Journal. It's An Ongoing Autobiography. I Started It When I Was In My Early 30s, And I Just Keep Going.

When You're Dead, It Robs Life Of Many Of It's Pleasures

I Met Robert Crumb In 1962; He Lived In Cleveland For A While. I Took A Look At His Stuff. Crumb Was Doing Stuff Beyond What Other Writers And Artists Were Doing. It Was A Step Beyond Mad.