I had a very diametrically opposite set of parents.

I had a mixture, my father was a career army man and my mother was a writer.

Then I abandoned comics for fine art because I had some romantic vision of being like Vincent Van Gogh Jr.

She was the first member of her family to go to college, and her parents wanted her to stay in Baltimore, but Smith gave her over $10,000 in a grant for her first year and that made the difference. She'd lived in Baltimore for 18 years, really didn't know anything about how people lived in other places, and we changed her life.

Lonesome Rhodes had wild mood swings. He'd be very happy, he'd be very said, he'd be very angry, very depressed, and I had to pull all of these emotions out of myself. And it wasn't easy.

I've had a life where things have worked out for me beyond my wildest dreams, and my brother's had just the opposite.