Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.

My parents were extremely reluctant. When my father was clearly dying, my mother refused to acknowledge it.

I used to love to draw things that made me laugh or made friends laugh. When I was 13 or 14, I started thinking, This is what I like to do more than anything else.

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn't mean anything to me as far as whether they are "real art" or not.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

I just really love the cartoon form. I love the plasticity of it.

I think when you really love something, you notice the minutiae.

You could pray all you want that you have a massive stroke while you're working and die, but possibly that won't happen, and you'll be in this bed, and somebody's going to have to clean you up.

It's almost selfishness, taking care of your mental health. You can't just not do it.

I don't know about homeless, but I'm never going to let you be hopeless. Or loveless. To be heartless however, well, that is your choice to make.

There in the gap between what my eyes see and what my mind is unable to explain, I am sure the absolute truth lies, yet, I cannot grasp it.

I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with a blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.

The less you blame others the more you will succeed.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to become.

Every single thing I go through, I remember I was homeless, and I draw from it!

Well, I grew up in the Bay Area, so I've been in earthquakes before.

For some people, marriage may be very groovy. For me, it really isn't. I don't think it really is for most people anyway. Most people are not very happy.

Nothing exposes religion more to the reproach of its enemies than the worldliness and half-heartedness of the professors of it.

Put no faith in salvation through the political order.