Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.
Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.
If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.
I probably read Harriet the Spy about 70,000 times.
Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?
I don't know how anyone gets anything done in New York City. I vastly prefer living in the country. I just need a lot of quiet and solitude, and I'm so easily distracted. I mean, the Internet is enough to deal with.