Although I am good at enumerating my father’s flaws, it’s hard for me to sustain much anger at him. I expect this is partly because he’s dead, and partly because the bar is lower for fathers than it is for mothers.

But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.

I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.

It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair.

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

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

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.