I don't know how anyone gets anything done in New York City. I vastly prefer living in the country. I just need a lot of quiet and solitude, and I'm so easily distracted. I mean, the Internet is enough to deal with.

I could not do what I do if I were not obsessive compulsive to a certain extent. I don't act clinically OCD. I'm not going to check things so many times I have to take drugs for it. But the kind of complicated and painstaking work I have to do to make my drawings, it just kind of harnesses that compulsive energy in a constructive way.

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

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.

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

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

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