If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

There's me in every character I put on the pages.

There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.

Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.

I feel like so much of what I'm doing is making a road where there is no road and inviting people on that road with me. It's scary. It's scary, but I can't listen to the voices that are saying form is the only way, or that there is only this kind of form or that kind of form.

Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it's becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.