Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

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.

I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.

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.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

You may be a lady but you are still the man!

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.