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.

I'm Not That Good Of A Drawer. I Don't Know How People Just Draw Stuff Out Of Their Head. I'm Always Creating Schemes. If I Have To Draw Someone Sitting In A Chair, I Have To Go Find A Chair, Sit In It, And Take A Picture Of Myself Sitting In It.

I Love Jules Feiffer. I Didn't Discover Him Until I Was A Little Older.

Sometimes I Wish The Writing And Drawing Were More Integrated.

I Just Met Someone Who Read Gone With The Wind 62 Times For Exactly That Same Reason. She Couldn't Bear That It Wasn't Real. She Wanted To Live In It.