Write Comic Books If You Love Comic

It Surprises Me Constantly That My Sometimes-unorthodox Approach Has Such A Large Following, But I'm Very Grateful To My Readers For Allowing Me To Continue Writing 10 Or 12 Hours A Day.

Burnout Is Grist To The Mill. I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words.

The Interior Of Our Skulls Contains A Portal To Infinity.

Your Head's Like Mine, Like All Our Heads; Big Enough To Contain Every God And Devil There Ever Was. Big Enough To Hold The Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

Why Am I In Hell? It Hurts. It Hurts All The Time. Why Am I In Hell? I Just Want To Go Home And Lie On The Bed The Way I Used To. Please Take Me Home.