Autobiographical comics, I love them. I love them.

Mostly it was Mad magazine. And I did read a lot of - I had a subscription when I was little, but I also had access to some old collections, the little paperbacks of the really good stuff.

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

I probably read Harriet the Spy about 70,000 times.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

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