I mean, do you know what you get when you call a suicide hotline in New York city? A busy signal. Literally.

You'd never be able to convince someone to give you money to do a bilingual story where you're not translating half of it - you'd drive people crazy. But in comics, you can do whatever your heart desires.

Okay, is anyone else worried that some of the fruit didn't fall far enough away from the tree?

Brubaker and Phillipss books have always been about eight years ahead of their time.

I'm just grateful to finally be telling a story with all females at the lead.

There are only three forms of high art: the symphony, the illustrated children's book and the board game.

Just go out there and get your heart broken in, so it'll be ready when you really need it.