Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

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.

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

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

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.

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

I just have this sort of entrepreneurial spirit and I work really hard at promoting myself.