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

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

You can't live and write at the same time.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

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.

I'm pretty illiterate when it comes to comics history.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure