For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

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

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

I Do Sometimes Miss Doing That Lighter, More Humorous Work, And I Find There's A Heavier Responsibility That Goes Along With A Literary Reputation. You Have To Start Knowing What You're Talking About And You Have To Go Have Public Conversations With Writers. That's Been Pretty Intense; I Have To Really Stay On Top Of Things In A Way I Didn't Before.

I Don't Know How Anyone Gets Anything Done In New York City. I Vastly Prefer Living In The Country. I Just Need A Lot Of Quiet And Solitude, And I'm So Easily Distracted. I Mean, The Internet Is Enough To Deal With.