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.
Lynda BarryI've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?
Lynda BarryCartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.
Lynda Barry