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 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.

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.

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

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