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

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

It certainly was an important moment for me, that realization that I was not going to get what I wanted. It was very freeing. I keep using that word "freeing" or "liberating." I feel like Houdini sometimes, like I'm just getting out of one set of shackles after another, hanging upside down inside a burlap bag with handcuffs on. Hopefully one day, I'm going to get out of this tank of water.

At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.