Both of us couldn't let a man die.

Come, let us do honor to the man who has always honored us.

We let one man beat us. And that's not the sign of a very good team.

He's good. I think he's still a young man. If he stays here and works with us on the basics, we'll make him better than good.

I lost all respect for the man because he didn't come out to bat for us.

When I and the other young artists were working in comics, our work carried with it a particularly American slant. After all, we were Americans drawing and writing about things that touched us. As it turned out, the early work was, you might say, a comic book version of Jazz.