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.

Grime is not like messiness or some fingerprints on a cabinet; it takes a long time to accumulate.

I just really love the cartoon form. I love the plasticity of it.

You would open a drawer, which my father had jammed full of newspapers, and the bottom would drop out. There were buttons and screws and nails and bottle caps and jar lids – the drawer of jar lids! Why? Because they're made of metal and maybe there'll be another war and we'll need the metal. A friend of mine – I quote him in the book – says, 'You have found the source of the river eBay.'

I had the impression in art school that cartooning was thought of as a lesser art than painting because cartoons are reproduced, so the "work" is not the single thing like a painting, but instead is the reproduced image.

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

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.