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.

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

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

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

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

I don't know how anyone gets anything done in New York City. I vastly prefer living in the country. I just need a lot of quiet and solitude, and I'm so easily distracted. I mean, the Internet is enough to deal with.

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.