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

My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta. But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.

I just have this sort of entrepreneurial spirit and I work really hard at promoting myself.

And partly, the worst thing you could do in my family was need something from someone. So physical strength represented an avenue of self-sufficiency to me.

I still found literary criticism to be a suspect activity

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

I never really read superhero stuff as a kid.