Autobiographical Comics, I Love Them. I Love

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

The Satiric Ethos Of Mad Was A Much Bigger Childhood Influence.

I Get To Do For A Living What I Did As A Child For Fun, And That's Pretty Cool.

Was Daedalus Really Stricken With Grief When Icarus Fell Into The Sea? Or Just Disappointed By The Design Failure

I Probably Read Harriet The Spy About 70,000 Times.