You can't brace yourself for famine if you've never known hunger.

He die one day, and then he go above of my head to live with your father." He weared the long hair, and after he died, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples." He nice, the Jesus.

I've never made up events, but I've always been a big exaggerator. It's written on my humorist license that I'm allowed to do that.

A zoo is a good place to make a spectacle of yourself, as the people around you have creepier, more photogenic things to look at.

I was first published in the newspaper put out by School of The Art Institute of Chicago, where I was a student. I wince to read that story nowadays, but I published it with an odd photo I'd found in a junk shop, and at least I still like the picture. I had a few things in the school paper, and then I got published in a small literary magazine. I hoped I would one day get published in The New Yorker, but I never allowed myself to actually believe it. Getting published is one of those things that feels just as good as you'd hoped it would.

I've often lost faith in myself, I've never lost it in my family.

I always knew I wanted it to be illustrated.