Humor is such a wonderful thing, helping you realize what a fool you are but how beautiful that is at the same time.

This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.

Always watch the hands. The hands will tell you everything you need to know.

Love will make a way out of no way

The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.

When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?

You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.