People Will Believe Absurd Things - In

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

Misery Loves Company. There's A Lot To That.

American Splendor Is Just An Ongoing Journal. It's An Ongoing Autobiography. I Started It When I Was In My Early 30s, And I Just Keep Going.

I'm Sure Someone Out There Has A Workable Solution. But What Do I Know? I Make Comic Books And Write About Jazz. I Do Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Though.

I Really Don't Have A Lot In Common With The People Who Attend The Comic Con. It's Like Assuming That All People Who Write Prose Are The Same.