Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, especially when we played by ourselves.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

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

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.

I think of images as an immune system and a transit system.

Cartoonist 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.