Basically, my work is play. It never actually feels that way - I'm always aiming to attain that state. But I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

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

I do sometimes miss doing that lighter, more humorous work, and I find there's a heavier responsibility that goes along with a literary reputation. You have to start knowing what you're talking about and you have to go have public conversations with writers. That's been pretty intense; I have to really stay on top of things in a way I didn't before.

It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

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

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.

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.