“I got into comics about the same time as music. By 12 years old, I had discovered my dad’s killer comic book collection filled with Silver Age books from his youth…early Spider-Man, Thor, Fantastic Four,”

Everyone needs some time to unwind. There are even coloring book clubs popping up in every state now, so it’s not such an isolating experience.

We’re on the computers, phones and tablets all day long, sometimes you just need to escape from the screens.

People are getting together specifically to color. It’s amazing.

The Hulk, Detective Comics, Action Comics, you name it. Seeing those old books got me interested in new comics, so my friends and I would hit the local comic shop every Saturday to pick up the cool titles of my generation.

I would draw my own comic book characters listening to metal. The drawing and music kind of went hand in hand.

Coloring is very relaxing for one thing. And I think adults like to unplug from technology for awhile and do something tangible with their hands.

Coloring allows folks to express themselves in a creative way. It’s healthy.

A lending library enables people to help themselves to information; a locked-up book collection is useful only to the person who owns it.

I use Pinterest for everything. Book collections, trips, hobbies. It’s all there. I planned my wedding on it. When I had a kid, I planned all his stuff on it. So it was nice to discover that I wasn’t the only one.

A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.

I’ve got a nice collection of paintings – a Basquiat, a black-and-white Warhol that’s like a Rorschach test, and I commissioned Takashi Murakami to do a ten-foot joint for me. It’s almost like the explosion in Hiroshima with his famous skeleton head. There’s a wall above my fireplace reserved for it.

Nothing scares me more than people with some doll collection.

A great product isn’t just a collection of features. It’s how it all works together.

I grew up in Marcy Projects in Brooklyn, and my mom and pop had an extensive record collection, so Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder and all of those sounds and souls of Motown filled the house.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.