The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isnt dead.

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.

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

I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.

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.

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

The only reason we find structure in stories is because it's there naturally in human interaction, and in the way that people tell stories.