Animation taught me to draw quickly and clearly and to communicate a character's feelings through his or her body language and facial expressions.

I'm one of those people with restless hands. I need to be doodling, or biting my nails, or making socks.

Knitting is repetitive, rewarding, and calms me down like a warm bath. But it takes up juuuust enough brainspace that I can't come up with ideas. Which is too bad, because I love multitasking.

I could lose myself forever in that dark hair and those sweet love handles.

Impressing a bunch of snooty teenagers is a pretty lame life goal to have.

You may look normal like everyone else, but you're not. Not on the inside.

Why can't I just Google it like everything else?! I hate you public library system!

Comics taught me how to write, and also patience and confidence.

I think sometimes older people wind up being a little childlike. They've done their time, now they get to do what they want.

I love drawing what the character is feeling, in my comics, with no dialogue.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

Other kids are kids almost just like you - it's true.Other kids are kids too, but there's no other you, but YOU!

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

I try to give people a different way of looking at their surroundings. That's art to me.

You know, the point of a novel - or to me, the point of a novel, the gift of a novel is to go really deeply inside people's lives and inside their personal experiences.

There is such a thing as society. It's just not the same thing as the state.

God gives us hopes and dreams for certain things to happen in our lives, but He doesn't always allow us to see the exact timing of His plan.

Chick Lit uses humor to reflect life back to us. It's a very comforting genre, and it's the first time our generation has had a voice. It's a very important genre for all of those reasons.

Why wilt thou be so sottish, such an enemy to thyself, as to prefer puddle-water, and that poisoned too and stolen, before pure living waters out of thy own well?

Sometimes I suspect that we build our traps ourselves, then we back into them, pretending amazement the while.