My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.

But of course there's no logic to San Francisco generally, a city built with putty and pipe cleaners, rubber cement and colored construction paper. It's the work of fairies, elves, happy children with new crayons

His lies were so exquisite I almost wept.

Now I'm in nonfiction. To me any given story has its appropriate form. There might be some story I get involved with that's begging to be a graphic novel, so that will have to be that way. There's always that matching of the content and the form, and that means everything to me. I spend years thinking about what that match is going to be before I can really make it work.

It's so easy to print in the Midwest. You're saving months in shipping and customs, so we have started printing a number of books there.

Write your goddamned book now. The world awaits.