Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls' clothing, I couldn't wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy's frocks.

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

Although I am good at enumerating my father’s flaws, it’s hard for me to sustain much anger at him. I expect this is partly because he’s dead, and partly because the bar is lower for fathers than it is for mothers.

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

I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

And partly, the worst thing you could do in my family was need something from someone. So physical strength represented an avenue of self-sufficiency to me.