Sometimes I wish the writing and drawing were more integrated.

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.

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

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

The secret subversive goal of my work is to show that women, not just lesbians, are regular human beings.

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

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.