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.

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

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

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

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.