There's No Rap Against Comics That Isn't

Jesus Died To Forgive Our Sins. Dare We Make His Martyrdom Meaningless By Not Committing Them?

When People Started Reading Me And Talking To Me About The Work, They Didn't Say How Funny, Or How Satiric, Or How Brilliant, Or How This Or How That, They Said, How'd You Get Away With It? How'd You Get That Into Print?

There's The Excitement Of Adding Color, Which I Didn't Know Anything About Until 1997 Or So, When I Did My First Picture Book. So, The Kid's Book In Particular Have Been Exciting For Me Because It Forced Me To Go Back To The Work I Loved As A Young Boy Reading Sunday's Supplements And Comics In The Sunday Papers When I Was Six, Seven, Eight, Nine. And Number Of Which Have Been In Wonderful Collections, Beautifully Reproduced.

At Sixteen I Was Stupid, Confused And Indecisive. At Twenty-five I Was Wise, Self-confident, Prepossessing And Assertive. At Forty-five I Am Stupid, Confused, Insecure And Indecisive. Who Would Have Supposed That Maturity Is Only A Short Break In Adolescence?

I Grew Up To Have My Father's Looks, My Father's Speech Patterns, My Father's Posture, My Father's Opinions, And My Mother's Contempt For My Father.