Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits.

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.

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

Autobiographical Comics, I Love Them. I Love Them.

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.