Over The Years, I Discovered Over And

There Are Many People Who Get Beat Up, Who Suffer, Who Are Victimized, And Then They Sit Down To Write And They Write Crap. How Many Of These Graphic Novels Over The Years Are From Really Talented People? Most Of Them Actually, If You Look At Them, Are Self-pitying Confessionals About "poor Me".

The City Keeps Reinventing Itself. And Each Generation Thinks, As They Enter It, That They've Missed The Best Of It, And Then They Become The Authors Of The Next "best." And So It Goes On And On And On. And New York Keeps Redefining Itself And Reinventing Itself, And Then You Look At It And It's Pretty Much The Way It Was Back In The 1920's., Or In The 1930's. Something Stylistically Different In Some Ways, But It's Still Got The Same Vitality.

Whatever New York Loses, If You Go To Other Cities Around The World, Or Around The Country, New York Still Has A Kind Of Energy Level You Find Nowhere Else. Paris Doesn't Have It, London Doesn't Have It, San Francisco, A Great City, Doesn't Have It.

When People Started Reading Me And Talking To Me About The Work, They Didn't Say How Funny, Or How Satiric, Or How Brilliant, Or How This Or How That, They Said, How'd You Get Away With It? How'd You Get That Into Print?

Artists Can Color The Sky Red Because They Know It's Blue. Those Of Us Who Aren't Artists Must Color Things The Way They Really Are Or People Might Think We're Stupid.