I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

I just have this sort of entrepreneurial spirit and I work really hard at promoting myself.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

And partly, the worst thing you could do in my family was need something from someone. So physical strength represented an avenue of self-sufficiency to me.

Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.

It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

I'll watch a movie only if it meets the following criteria: 1. It has to have at least two women in it. 2. Who talk to each other. 3. About something besides a man.

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

In peacetime some sort of introduction is generally required to make a person's acquaintance

You grow only when you groom someone to take your position.

Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?

The funny thing is that I had never actually watched TV.

Facebook is terrifying to the traditional games biz.

There's a misnomer that Hillary Clinton is as hawkish as I am, basically.

It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.

I formed the hypothesis that each of us could have achieved our objectives without the terrible loss of life. And I wanted to test that by going to Vietnam.

I predict the Internet will soon go spectacularly supernova and in 1996 catastrophically collapse.

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.