It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

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

For some reason writing and drawing are very separate processes for me.

I tend to write first thing, and then do my drawing later. I like to draw at night. But often I go for long stretches without drawing, because I'm trying to figure out what I'm writing.

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

I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

Autobiographical comics, I love them. I love them.