You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

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

The point of the daily diary exercise is not to record what you already know about what happened to you in the last 24 hours. Instead, it’s an invitation to the back of your mind to come forward and reveal to you the perishable images about the day you didn’t notice you noticed at all.

By the 6th grade I stopped doing ordinary things in front of people. It had been ordinary to sing, kids are singing all the time when they are little, but then something happens. It's not that we stop singing. I still sang. I just made sure I was alone when I did it. And I made sure I never did it accidentally. That thing we call 'bursting into song.' I believe this happens to most of us. We are still singing, but secretly and all alone.

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

People think that whatever I put into strips has happened to me in my life.

You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.