Mostly it was Mad magazine. And I did read a lot of - I had a subscription when I was little, but I also had access to some old collections, the little paperbacks of the really good stuff.

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.

I’m glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.

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

At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then

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

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