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In A Way, 'sin City''s Designed To Be Paced Somewhere Between An American Comic Book And Japanese Manga. Working In Black And White, I Realized That The Eye Is Less Patient, And You Have To Make Your Point, And Sometimes Repeat It. Slowing Things Down Is Harder In Black And White, Because There Isn't As Much For The Eye To Enjoy.

I Realized That I Was About To Turn 30, And Batman Was Permanently 29. And I Was Going To Be Damned If I Was Older Than Batman.

Comics Are So Full Of Amazing Work. And I Can’t Look At A Drawing Of A Woman Without Thinking Of, For Instance, Wallace Wood And His Amazing Way Of Capturing Beauty.

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.

I Think Most Things I Read On The Internet And In Newspapers Are Propaganda. Everyone From The 'new York Times' To Rupert Murdoch Has A Point Of View And Is Putting Forth Their Own Propaganda. They're Stuck With The Facts As They Are, But The Way They Interpret And Frame Them Is Wildly Different.