It certainly was an important moment for me, that realization that I was not going to get what I wanted. It was very freeing. I keep using that word "freeing" or "liberating." I feel like Houdini sometimes, like I'm just getting out of one set of shackles after another, hanging upside down inside a burlap bag with handcuffs on. Hopefully one day, I'm going to get out of this tank of water.

Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

I started to get bored with that stuff about only drawing men and I've taken it out of the slideshow.

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.