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

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

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

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.

Hundreds of wise men cannot make the world a heaven, but one idiot is enough to turn it into a hell.

God shows us the path

Create your own miracles, don't just wait for miracles to happen. Infinite possibilities exist by keeping focus on what you really want.

God's silences are His answers. If we only take as answers those that are visible to our senses we are in a very elementary condition of grace.

At nighttime, you just try to keep him out of jail.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

There is no definition of a mental disorder. It's bullshit. I mean, you just can't define it.

Christianity takes this beating that I really don't understand and yet you can't say anything negative about the Muslims because that's horrible, you can't say anything negative about other faiths.