The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.

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

In a narcissistic cathexis, you invest more energy into your ideas about another person than in the actual, objective, external person. So the man who falls in love with beauty is quite different from the man who loves a girl and feels she is beautiful and can see what is beautiful about her.

At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then

Autobiographical comics, I love them. I love them.

Basically, my work is play. It never actually feels that way - I'm always aiming to attain that state. But I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.