Childhood - that was not my favorite time in my life.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.

My parents were extremely reluctant. When my father was clearly dying, my mother refused to acknowledge it.

I used to love to draw things that made me laugh or made friends laugh. When I was 13 or 14, I started thinking, This is what I like to do more than anything else.

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

I just really love the cartoon form. I love the plasticity of it.

I think when you really love something, you notice the minutiae.

Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

You could pray all you want that you have a massive stroke while you're working and die, but possibly that won't happen, and you'll be in this bed, and somebody's going to have to clean you up.

Sometimes the most difficult thing to do is to believe in yourself, the reason it is so hard is because it is worth it.

It’s always more than just a story.

I hate Iran. I hate the Iranian government. It's a cruel and evil government.

OK, so the computer has understood, but what about me ?

I admit I keep a clichéd ironic distance with many things in the world, but Brooklyn is not one of them.

When you love, deeply love another human being, really deeply, somewhere you will feel that you are still alone, and this very beloved human being has no access.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

In order to eliminate the negative influences, simply ignore them.

We have all, at one time or another, been performers, and many of us still are - politicians, playboys, cardinals and kings.

The flaw in, say, austerity, is that its success is predicated on the relative exactitude of math rather than the shifting, liquid imperfection of peoples lives.