My grandmother was an unparalleled storyteller who gave me a preview of how life might turn out, and also fortified my empathy.

Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.

It's somehow more comforting to imagine that one's suffering is unique, and to measure against what one doesn't know, rather than against what one does.

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

The modern world seems to make fun of people in a lot of ways.

I had a messy signature as a child, and my grandmother said this suggested I had no regard for other people. She was right.

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