Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

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

I'll watch a movie only if it meets the following criteria: 1. It has to have at least two women in it. 2. Who talk to each other. 3. About something besides a man.

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

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

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.

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