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.

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

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

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

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.

I could not do what I do if I were not obsessive compulsive to a certain extent. I don't act clinically OCD. I'm not going to check things so many times I have to take drugs for it. But the kind of complicated and painstaking work I have to do to make my drawings, it just kind of harnesses that compulsive energy in a constructive way.