What would happen if we spoke the truth?
Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.
It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!
Autobiographical comics, I love them. I love them.
It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair.
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.