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Every Ethnic Group Thinks They Are The Chosen Ones.

I Met Robert Crumb In 1962; He Lived In Cleveland For A While. I Took A Look At His Stuff. Crumb Was Doing Stuff Beyond What Other Writers And Artists Were Doing. It Was A Step Beyond Mad.

I Think That The So-called Average Person Often Exhibits A Great Deal Of Heroism In Getting Through An Ordinary Day . . .

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.

I Think Comics Have Far More Potential Than A Lot Of People Realize.