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

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls' clothing, I couldn't wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy's frocks.

If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.

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.

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