My life is so boring that your brains are going to melt and come out of your eyes.

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.

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.

When you have an idea about something, let begin to work on it to bring it to life

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

I was quite lucky: although my dad worked a lot, whenever he was free, he would play sports with me and my brother, and I can't wait to do that with my child.

I'm in my 10th generation of TV critic now.

Growing up, I had a singing teacher who was an amazing champion of mine who helped build up my confidence, and I also count my therapist as one of the best teachers that I've ever had.

The recognition of God is the recognition of yourself.

One day people will look back with amazement that we ever sought to grow our food with poisons.

I remember what it was like in the 1960's in rural Louisiana. Women did not have many options. My own best friend in high school had a baby at 16. I don't want us to go back to those days.

Optimist: day-dreamer in his small clothes.

Every time you are passing the test, you are coming closer to Krishna.