I remember my own childhood vividly...I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them

My father belonged to a Jewish social club.

All I liked to do when I was a kid was draw.

there is no such thing as fantasy unrelated to reality

All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy. They never, never, never knew.

I really don't like the city anymore. You get pushed and harassed and people grope you. It's too tumultuous. It's too crazy.

If I have an unusual gift, it's not that I draw particularly better than other people - I've never fooled myself about that. Rather it's that I remember things other people don't recall: the sounds and feelings and images - the emotional quality - of particular moments in childhood. Happily an essential part of myself - my dreaming life - still lives in the light of childhood.