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

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

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.

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

I think maybe to survive, I mean to just get through the day - I'm not saying that everything is hilariously funny.

You could pray all you want that you have a massive stroke while you're working and die, but possibly that won't happen, and you'll be in this bed, and somebody's going to have to clean you up.

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