Most Of My Adult Life I Had

When I Come Up Against The Real World, I Just Vacillate.

I Always Had A Sketchbook With Me When I Was Young. I Was Hiding Behind It, Basically, Hiding Behind Drawing Because I Couldn't Cope With People In Real Life; I Was Very Shy And Very Nervous Around People.

Some Things I Won't Do For Any Amount Of Money. That's So Demoralizing And Goes Against Every Principle That I Hold. It's Like, Okay, Some Rich People Can Buy Me Because I'm A Talented Guy. They Can Buy Talent. You Can't Buy It For Yourself, But You Can Buy Other People's Talent To Serve Your Purposes. And Once An Artist Does That, He Becomes Like A Plaything Of The Rich. You Know, Some Of These Wealthy Collectors Have Paid Lots Of Money For Artwork That I Already Did, But I Didn't Do It With The Intention Of Catering To Them.

I Guess I Didn't Enjoy Drawing Very Much. It Was Like Homework.

I Lose Patience With Long Stories. I Get People Who Go, "crumb, Do Some Long Stories, Do A Graphic Novel." Novel-schmovel.