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.

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

I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

I never really read superhero stuff as a kid.

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

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