Everybody Was Wary. This Was A Time

I Came Out Of School One Day, And There Was This Pulp Magazine. It Was A Rainy Day, And It Was Floating Toward The Sewer In The Gutter. So I Pick Up This Pulp Magazine, And It's Wonder Stories, And It's Got A Rocket-ship On The Cover, And I'd Never Seen A Rocket-ship.

I've Never Done Anything Half-heartedly. It's The Reason My Comics Did Well. It's The Reason My Comics Were Drawn Well. I Can't Do Anything Bad.

The Only Real Politics I Knew Was That If A Guy Liked Hitler, I'd Beat The Stuffing Out Of Him And That Would Be It.

I Feel That Every Professional Is The Art School For The Next Guy. I Feel That Maybe A Lot Of The Dynamism In My Own Work, Having Been Felt By The Rest Of The Artists, They'll React To It And Put Elements Of That In Their Own Work, Feeling That It'll Help It.

Some Of My Friends Became Gangsters. You Became A Gangster Depending Upon How Fast You Wanted A Suit. Gangsters Weren't The Stereotypes You See In The Movies. I Knew The Real Ones, And The Real Ones Were Out For Big Money.