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

I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

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 live in constant fear of being fired or dropped for that dark part of my work I can't control.

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!