I think the world is a series of broken dams and floods, and my cartoons are tiny little lifeboats.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

Estranged from the tribe that gives no protection, What happens to the soul that hates its reflection?

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

Facebook and Twitter and these other social sites bring every, I mean, 140 characters. I mean, I'm on Twitter and I have fun. But I don't think anybody learns anything about me as a person.

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

If a parent doesn't want his/her child to read a book then there is always an alternative text to read. But the book banners want to control what every child reads.