I started doing cartoons when I was about 21. I never thought I would be a cartoonist. It happened behind my back. I was always a painter and drawer.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?

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

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

When you start to think of the arts as not this thing that is going to get you somewhere in terms of becoming an artist or becoming famous or whatever it is that people do, but rather a way of making being in the world not just bearable, but fascinating, then it starts to get interesting again.

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