I love language, and I love the failure of language.

I feel like the biggest failure of humans is miscommunication. We can't communicate with each other-we can fight, we can kill, we can do those things well.

I'm really interested in the difference between selfishness and generosity. It confuses me to no end because sometimes it all just feels like pure indulgence on my part.

The night schedule is a crazy pit I fall into most of the time, but I do like it because the buzz of normal professionalism has gone away. Even though you're working, you feel like you're playing.

A lot of the images I use are already out there in the public or in the news. I just steal them or photograph them or repaint them, so they've already been talked about, already been consumed.

Language is the most beautiful and destructive thing because it allows you to express yourself, but it totally confuses everything.

There are so many different desires that make you execute an artwork.

A lot of people use a smiley face when they write letters. But it's this huge insane compulsion, like "I'm happy! I swear!" I'm not buying it. I don't believe them.

It's nice that I can go down the road of obsessing over this smiley-face bullshit so maybe I can get free from it and think about something else-it's so banal and yet so crazy!

In this book, much is metaphorical, not as it seems. It’s written for writing’s sake, as if I were to say, “Let me tell you I’m dying.” Well of course I am. So are you.

When people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong.

My crotch is like scrambled eggs

You always catch the wrong players.

Scouting is a game for boys under the leadership of boys under the direction of a man.

I'm always on the quest for something delicious and healthful.

An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.

I loved the idea that I could write a joke and someone else would have to take the risk of performing it.

What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were scared people.

A picture book is a story told in two languages - word and image. And the illustration is the front door of the book.