A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.

People aren't interested in seeing themselves as they really are.

It takes more drawing to tell a story in pantomime.

Alternative cartoonists have to rely on comic book stores to get their stuff in the hands of readers.

Every time I write something down I check it to see if it has that telltale glow, the glow that tells me there's something there. If it glows, it stays. Everything is either on or off.

Oh, I was never a very big Jim Woodring fan. I've never thought his work was that great.

A tree is an incomprehensibl e mystery.

Doing a story about my mundane, waking life, how much I don't like my job, or breaking up with someone, I don't think so. Those stories don't interest me that much as a general thing.

I've often thought I would like to try to write a conventional novel, but I just don't know enough about the real world to write one.

Comics could use more creators with something worthwhile to say.

The fiction I tend to like is nothing like my own work. I like the kind of writing that shows me things I don't know about, and what I don't know about is the everyday, normal world.

Life is so short that no sooner have you heard the whistle to “get set & go”, you have reached the finish line nearing the death-toll.

What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless.

It's hard to explain why I like Europe so much.

I'm certainly not a linguist. I learned what languages I could learn in order to read books and I can't really speak them. I couldn't have stayed out of jail in most of them.

I've always been a goal scorer. Playing both ways is something I wanted to do coming into the league.

Knowledge of the name gives him who knows it mastery even over the being and will of the god.

Pain is beyond reason, an obliterating giant stupidity to which all your history of jokes and nuance and ideas and caresses is nothing, simply nothing.

There's a lot that's happened in my life that maybe I didn't want to happen, but I suppose it's led me to exactly where I am now.

I have reached a state in life where I can buy a whole house full of chairs and can bump into them until they are black and blue

Luckily, I don't have to be anybody but Yolanda, because people don't expect me to be anything other than who I am. For an artist, it's a great place to be.