This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality. We create it to be able to stay.

I started doing cartoons when I was about 21. I never thought I would be a cartoonist. It happened behind my back. I was always a painter and drawer.

If I didn't try to eavesdrop on every bus ride I take or look for the humor when I go for a walk, I would just be depressed all the time.

No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.

I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.

Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.

What year is it in your imagination?

Belief is at best an educated, informed conjecture about Reality.

Every great wave of popular passion that rolls up on the prairies is dashed to spray when it strikes the hard rocks of Manhattan.

Friendships in childhood are usually a matter of chance, whereas in adolescence they are most often a matter of choice.

I'm learning with my mom how to cook more Spanish food. I'm trying to make a good paella, but that's a real art.

I've never taken a selfie and I don't plan to start now.

The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.

Books are standing counselors and preachers, always at hand, and always disinterested; having this advantage over oral instructors, that they are ready to repeat their lesson as often as we please.

Fairly large print is a real antidote to stiff reading.

If you get bored with the person you married for love, there's something wrong with you - not with that person.

You don't blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home... Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism.