Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

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

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

I wish I had a typical workday. I struggle to get up at seven and almost always fail. I just try to get to my office as soon as I can, but it's always later than I would like.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.

But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.