The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

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

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older.

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

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.