My parents were extremely reluctant. When my father was clearly dying, my mother refused to acknowledge it.

I think when you really love something, you notice the minutiae.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

My life is so boring that your brains are going to melt and come out of your eyes.

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.

I always imagined my little cartoons on plates for some reason.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.