Even the disappointing diffusion of a sheer curtain can suggest the most colorful bouquet of unspeakable secrets.

I can definitely say that of all my friends who I consider to be really great cartoonists, we're all trying to aim at basically the same thing, which is an ever closer representation of what it feels like to be alive.

I don't think there's any independent cartoonist whose stuff I don't like or respect in at least some way or another. We're all marginal laborers - we're practically medical oddities - so I don't see why we can't all be nice to each other.

I believe that the development of language - of naming, categorization, conceptualization - destroys our ability to see as we age.

Every city began as a campsite - pg. 25

My mother was always encouraging about my wanting to be an artist.

Comics are not a genre, but a developing language.