What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back under a parasol and granting someone a chance to try to win us over?

Because the majority of my readers are women, I feel that one public service I can provide to them is to spread the message of regular mammograms and early detection within the strip.

Otherwise, my whole career has just been flinging myself at whatever is most overdue first and letting everything else stack up.

When life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.

My dog was with me all the time. I talked to my dog. She was my best buddy. I shared all my secrets with her, but I don't think I every really tried jokes out with the dog.

Food, love, career, and mothers, the four major guilt groups.

I was going to sip on a diet soda, but a little voice convinced me I needed the extra calcium from a cup of hot chocolate.

The story of a mother's life: Trapped between a scream and a hug.

Imagine my surprise when, after a lifetime of teaching me to keep personal things to myself, Mom insisted my drawings were the start of a comic strip for millions of people to enjoy.

Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.

Defy your own group. Rebel against yourself.

For the sole true end of education is simply this: to teach men how to learn for themselves and whatever instruction fails to do this is effort spent in vain.

You can't look dignified when you're having fun.

Have but few friends though many acquaintances.

Any sufficiently badly-written science is indistinguishable from magic.

We'd even devised the Buffy scale of life relationships: you start off wanting Xander, spend your twenties going out with Spike and setttle down with giles.

Be yourself. Unless you have the option to be Batman, then always be Batman.

Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation.

And if I was humming "Happy Birthday" and smiling stupidly as I fled for my life—well, that was nobody's business, was it?

The truth that many people never understand until it is too late is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer.

There's nothing like the knowledge of being hanged in the morning to concentrate the mind wonderfully.