The secret subversive goal of my work is to show that women, not just lesbians, are regular human beings.

The web is my unconscious but it's also a wish -- a fantasy of what my own creativity might look like if I weren't constantly impeding its flow.

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

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

You can't live and write at the same time.

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

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.