I actually start drawing things. Usually they're abandoned before I commit too much time and effort.

All I can say on the Guilford story - and this comes more from my perspective as a father than an artist - is for parents and administrators to give so little value to the career of a public-school teacher - to allow him to be cast aside without exhausting every avenue to resolve the issue - is an obscenity worse than anything I've ever drawn in my comics.

As soon as I'm finished with it, it feels like an impersonal project. Like, "Well, I did another book."

I can look at my early work and see what a pained struggle it was to draw what I was drawing. I was trying so hard to get this specific look that was in my head, and always falling short.

I'm always looking for things I imagine must exist, but don't - this is usually the impetus to create that thing myself.

I think I've had the fantasy of a ray-gun that could erase the world from the time I was a very little kid.

The secret to being alone is to organize your time; to develop habits and routines and gradually elevate their importance to where they seem almost like normal, healthy activities.