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

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

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

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

I try not to have anything too much going on between waking up and getting to work. I like to just be really fresh when I sit down. I always have my best ideas, like, within five minutes of starting. And then the rest of the day is just kind of putting in time.

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.