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.

Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

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

I like being able to go grocery shopping and not feel that Im fighting a thousand people.

I love seeing original cartoons. You get to see the artist's corrections, like erasures or Wite-Out or patches, and you get to see the artist's line in better detail, and what kind of ink they use - whether they like a cold black or a warm black, and what kind of paper they like, how big or small they like to draw - art nerd stuff like that.

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

It's almost selfishness, taking care of your mental health. You can't just not do it.