I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

I still found literary criticism to be a suspect activity

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

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

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

Sometimes I wish the writing and drawing were more integrated.

I'll watch a movie only if it meets the following criteria: 1. It has to have at least two women in it. 2. Who talk to each other. 3. About something besides a man.