I Was Happy Because I Made Enough

I Couldn't Draw Anything That Was Too Outlandish Or Too Horrible. I Never Did That. What I Did Draw Was Something Intriguing. There Was Something About This Monster That You Could Live With. If You Saw Him You Wouldn't Faint Dead Away.

If A Carpenter Makes A Chair That's Comfortable For The Person Who's Going To Sit In It, He's Done His Job. If A Train Engineer Gets A Train In On Time, He's Going To Make Someone Happy Who's Waiting At The Station. And If An Artist Draws The Kind Of A Picture That People Are Going To Enjoy Looking At, Or He Makes A Visual Story Which People Are Going To Enjoy Reading, He's Done His Job.

I Achieved Perfection, My Type Of Perfection - Visual Storytelling. Storytelling Was My Style.

I Was An Artist, But Not A Self-proclaimed Great Artist, Just A Common Man Who Was Working In A Form Of Art Which Is Universal.

I Never Had Stock Endings. I Didn't Believe In Stock Endings. To Make The [reader] Happy Was Not My Objective, But To Make The [reader] Say, "yeah, That's What Would Happen" - That Was My Objective.