“I wanted to learn how to paint rather than just doing black-and-white work”

So I look at a lot of stuff now that I did and some of it looks tame to me, but my interest in terms of what I want to say with it is a little different

To me, that’s one of the things that I love about doing this stuff. One day I can work on this piece in watercolor, and then work on something else on the computer, or work on something else that’s a completely different approach

I still love a lot of the guys who just paint

Nothing is really media driven or committee driven, so you can actually just produce something

But with comics you’re reading and assimilating an image simultaneously, instead of just reading or watching the tube

To me, the technique was almost irrelevant; it was what was coming across.

So much of Jaws was amazing because the mind filled in what was missing.

If you’re going to establish a certain level of unreality than you have to deal with it

So there’s kind of a simultaneous aspect to pushing the boundaries, and being very safe

Do the story in the way it really demands to be done, which may mean using several different styles or only one style; but it’s still about respecting the story

But if I really want to produce my own work and tell stories, then I will

And that, to me, is the main attraction to comics. It’s an avenue to say what you want to say

One of the problems I have with a lot of movies these days is that everything is too well lit. In the world of digital creations there is a tendency to show too much

Cartooning is an honorable thing

Comics are really my life blood in a lot of respects

We all require and want respect, man or woman, black or white. It’s our basic human right.

As sure as God made black and white, what’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.

When our thoughts – which bring actions – are filled with hate against anyone, Negro or white, we are in a living hell. That is as real as hell will ever be.

In the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the army nor the rebels. As it turned out, both sides lost.

Tell me what is life, is it black and white or an explosion of colors setting off at night.

Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.

The whites are the same everywhere. I see them every day.

Some negroes lie, some are immoral, some negro men are not be trusted around women – black and white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men.