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

I started to get bored with that stuff about only drawing men and I've taken it out of the slideshow.

Mostly it was Mad magazine. And I did read a lot of - I had a subscription when I was little, but I also had access to some old collections, the little paperbacks of the really good stuff.

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

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

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

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.