Sometimes I wish the writing and drawing were more integrated.

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

I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture.

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

I still found literary criticism to be a suspect activity

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

It certainly was an important moment for me, that realization that I was not going to get what I wanted. It was very freeing. I keep using that word "freeing" or "liberating." I feel like Houdini sometimes, like I'm just getting out of one set of shackles after another, hanging upside down inside a burlap bag with handcuffs on. Hopefully one day, I'm going to get out of this tank of water.