A friend of mine gave me a very good piece of advice, which is if you don't think your kids are going to want it, don't take it.

I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

I used to love to draw things that made me laugh or made friends laugh. When I was 13 or 14, I started thinking, This is what I like to do more than anything else.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

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.

As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you're a kid again, poking around in your parents' closet, only this time there's no chance of getting in trouble, so you don't have to be so sure that everything gets put back exactly where it was before you did your poking around. Still, you hope to find something, or maybe you fear finding something, that will completely change your conception of the parent you thought you knew.