My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or magenta. But the infinite gradations of color in a fine sunset - from salmon to canary to midnight blue - left him wordless.

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

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.

For some reason writing and drawing are very separate processes for me.

Sometimes I wish the writing and drawing were more integrated.

Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls' clothing, I couldn't wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy's frocks.

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.