The American Conscience Died With The Kennedys.

This Should Be Agony. I Should Be A Mass Of Aching Muscle - Broken, Spent, Unable To Move. And, Were I An Older Man, I Surely Would ... ... But I'm A Man Of Thirty - Of Twenty Again. The Rain On My Chest Is A Baptism - I'm Born Again.

People Are Attempting To Bring A Superficial Reality To Superheroes Which Is Rather Stupid. They Work Best As The Flamboyant Fantasies They Are. I Mean, These Are Characters That Are Broad And Big. I Don't Need To See Sweat Patches Under Superman's Arms. I Want To See Him Fly.

In The Comic-book World, There Tends To Be An Overblown Sense Of Tradition. Bad Habits Die Hard. There Are Ways I Think The Form Could Work More Effectively If We Lost The Bad Habits That Were Created Before We Were Born.

I Grew Up On The Crime Stuff. Spillane, Chandler, Jim Thompson, And Noir Movies Like Fuller, Orson Welles, Fritz Lang. When I First Showed Up In New York To Write Comics Back In The Late 1970s, I Came With A Bunch Of Crime Stories But Everybody Just Wanted Men In Tights.

I'm Not Going To Complain About The Fact That People Are Paying Attention To My Work. I Suppose That Wouldn't Be Fair.