The thing that really struck me when I went to junior high was class. I grew up on a pretty poor street, but the school district I was in included some fine neighborhoods - so I got to know a couple of the kids from those places and went to their houses and experienced such culture shock.

I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.

something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.

If I had had me for a student I would have thrown me out of class immediately.

We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay.

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.