I wish I had a typical workday. I struggle to get up at seven and almost always fail. I just try to get to my office as soon as I can, but it's always later than I would like.

I tend to write first thing, and then do my drawing later. I like to draw at night. But often I go for long stretches without drawing, because I'm trying to figure out what I'm writing.

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.

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

She has given me a way out.

It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair.

Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.