The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

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 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.

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

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

When I work on a book, I usually start with a question. And I don't sit around and go "I need to write a book. What's a good question?" It will be a question that's just clanging around in my head.

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.