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But I'm Not Trying To Convince Anybody How To Vote Or How To Live. Nobody's Ever Successfully Accused Me Of Being Realistic.

She Doesn't Quite Chop His Head Off. She Makes A Pez Dispenser Out Of Him.

Working With The Kind Of Talent That I've Gotten To Work With, Like The Cast Of Sin City, It Makes Me Think Probably More Fully Dimensionally About What Is Going On Behind Their Eyes. But I Draw The Way I Draw, And Ain't Nothing Gonna Change That. Although, I Draw Marv And I Think, "boy, I Could Throw A Little Mickey [rourke] In There."

I'm A Spoilt Brat. I Thought I Was Just Going To Walk In And Make Movies. But I'd Been My Own Boss For So Long That All Of A Sudden To Be Facing A Roomful Of People Who Were Niggling Over Every Little Scene... I Just Thought I'd Go Back And Draw My Comics And Have A Happy Life.

The American Conscience Died With The Kennedys.