“But if there was a mini-comic here in my hand, I’d read it while I ate my lunch.”

I think, to its credit, this is one of the last forms of popular entertainment that I don’t sense to be discriminatory in any way.

I’m getting to a point in my life where my whole attitude about the relationship between myself and the audience is totally different.

But there are definitely pros and cons. You could also look at it as bringing in a more diverse crowd.

I feel like if people are going to go to the effort to get a stamp and, you know, put it on an envelope that, you know, it’s a big effort these days. So I often write back.

Whereas the graphic novel is now being held up as something to aspire to and as something that’s respectable for adults to read.

Underground and alternative comics existed in a vacuum for years, where money really wasn’t an issue.

I get the impression from some people that unless they get direct access to characters’ thoughts and realizations.

I think there’s this general hunger for greater diversity, where publishers are really excited about finding different voices than what has been done.

No one would get into doing a black-and-white comic because they thought it might be a route to riches.

“What you do for a living?” It used to be easier just to tell people that I was a magazine illustrator than try to explain that I did comics.

I’m also probably one of the few remaining holdouts who hasn’t consented to making the e-book versions of all my work, which is annoying to some of my publishers.

If you’re changing diapers and going to the playground, any ambitions of being a cool guy have to fly out the window.

And now people even of our parents’ generation are familiar with the term “graphic novel,” which is kind of amazing.

The loner – it can have a real impact on the art when they realize, I have friends, I’m married, or I have kids. That’s certainly happened to me.

But my impression is that the main impediment to progress in that regard is the number of people who are choosing to make a go of it.

I started publishing my comic while I was still living with my parents.

Fruit of all the kinds that the country produced were laid before him; he ate very little, but from time to time a liquor prepared from cocoa, and of an aphrodisiac nature.

I ate too many Frosted Flakes. I don’t remember what I said last night.

You guys make the rules up, so a foul is a foul. It doesn’t matter if a guy is bigger and stronger. It’s not my fault I ate my Frosted Flakes when I was little, and you ate Wheaties.

A panda walks into a tea room and ordered a salad and ate it. Then it pulled out a pistol, shot the man in the next table dead, and walked out.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

My mother kept the house clean and we ate good.

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,

When I was 11 my friend’s mom made a peanut butter sandwich. I ate the sandwich and was like, ‘I’m never eating anything else again.’ And I still eat peanut butter every day. I would put peanut butter on a steak.