Life Is About Women, Gigs, An' Bein'

I Think The People Who Would Be The Least Interested In My Work Would Be People Who Read Lots Of Comic Books.

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.

Everybody's Like Everybody Else, And Everybody's Different From Everybody Else.

And No Business Can Possibly Equate Happy Workers (community) With Profit (effectiveness). Happy Workers Are Much More Productive Workers And Hence Contribute To Profit, But No Organization Is Formed For The Idea Of Pleasing Its Employees.

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.