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’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.

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

I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older.

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

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

Self-published media are really critical. It's so heartwarming that people are still doing it in this digital age. It's just really moving and exciting. You can't really replace a beautiful little mini-comic. It doesn't translate to the computer, you know? Handmade stuff has really given me hope for humanity.