By the time you have your protagonist attempting to assassinate the Pope, you've sort of signaled that everything is on the table.

By the time you're eighty years old you've learned everything. You only have to remember it.

I was embarrassingly well-versed in Marvel lore, so it was pretty easy to slip into that world. But really, already, by the time I'd started writing superhero comics, my dream was really to be writing my own characters.

But nothing warps time quite like childhood

I like animal sidekicks. They seem to be a pretty cool trope of post-apocalyptic fiction - just because if you're going to have this lone protagonist, they're going to need someone to talk to. Dogs are overused, and cats are dumb. So that leaves monkeys.

By the time you know what to do, you're too old to do it.