Perfectionists Are Their Own Devils.

Nobody Ever Asked Me To Do Anything. Nobody Knew What To Do. When Comics Were Brand New, Nobody Knew What Kind Of Comics To Make. So You Were Mostly On Your Own.

There Were Very Strict Social Conventions, And You Adhered To It, And I Think It Gave You A Lot Of Character. When A Man Said Something, He Meant It. He Wasn't Kidding Around. There Were No Jokes Involved. Nobody Was In The Mood To Joke Unless You Hit A Guy With A Baseball Bat.

I Feel That Man Can Transcend Himself To A Point Where He Can Accomplish Greater Things Than He Thinks. I See People Depressed And I See People Who Devalue Themselves And I Feel That's A Terrible, Terrible Waste. But I Love The People Who Try. But Try Fairly, Try Honestly.

There Was Violence Because First Of All, There Were Ethnic Differences And Names. If You Were Small, They Called You A Runt, And You Had To Do Something About That Even If There Were Five Other Guys.

Once We've Learned Enough About The Universe We Will Admit To Ourselves That We Will Never Know Everything.