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

I think cartooning gets at, and re-creates on the page, some sixth sense ... in a way no other medium can.

Sometimes I get worried I'm getting too caught up in the nauseatingly oily smoothness of my own line, when all I'm trying to do is make it as clear as possible.

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

The thing I like most about books is that anybody can afford them. They have an innate valuelessness.

Well, there are better cartoonists now than there ever have been. I firmly believe that. There's some amazing work being done.

There's a rhythm to the words combined with the pictures [in a comic]. Whenever I'm working on a comic strip I re-read it, probably hundreds of times through to pay attention to how all of those things work. Sometimes even changing the angle of a character's eyebrow can really, seriously alter the effect and overall interpretation of a scene. And the insertion of a pause or a cough or a sniff, and all these things that we do in conversation, can bring it to life in a strange way.