I guess I didn’t enjoy drawing very much. It was like homework.

I felt so painfully isolated that I vowed I would get revenge on the world by becoming a famous cartoonist.

Killing yourself is a major commitment, it takes a kind of courage. Most people just lead lives of cowardly desperation. It’s kinda half suicide where you just dull yourself with substances.

Everything that is strong in me has gone into my art work.

When people say ‘What are underground comics?’ I think the best way you can define them is just the absolute freedom involved… we didn’t have anyone standing over us.

I guess I didn’t enjoy drawing very much. It was like homework.

The only burning passion I’m sure I have, is the passion for sex.

Oh, yes. I knew I was weird by the time I was four. I knew I wasn’t like other boys. I knew I was more fearful. I didn’t like the rough and tumble most boys were into. I knew I was a sissy.

Most of my adult life I had this towering contempt for America.

I have always had an abiding interest in that type of female anatomy.

I moved further and further away from mass entertainment. The sexual element became increasingly sinister and bizarre. Don’t blame me! The bastards drove me to it! They all backed off after that!

When I come up against the real world, I just vacillate.