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We Love Our Superheroes Because They Refuse To Give Up On Us. We Can Analyze Them Out Of Existence, Kill Them, Ban Them, Mock Them, And Still They Return, Patiently Reminding Us Of Who We Are And What We Wish We Could Be.

I'm At A Stage In My Career Where I Don't Expect Or Get Too Much Editorial Input Into What I'm Doing. I Have A Proven Track Record Of Success, So My Editors Are Willing To Cut Me Some Slack Even When A Particular Approach Is Not To Their Personal Taste.

If Our Shallow, Self-critical Culture Sometimes Seems To Lack A Sense Of The Numinous Or Spiritual It's Only In The Same Way A Fish Lacks A Sense Of The Ocean.

The World Gets More Like Disneyland Every Day, And It's The Same The Other Way Round. I Can't Explain What I Know. Try Explaining Red To A Dog And See How Fast He Gets Bored.

And That's Why People Read Comics, To Get Away From The Way Life Works, Which Is Quite Cruel And Unheroic And Ends In Death.