I Look Crazy. I Know I Do.

I Found Myself Compelled, Like This Weird, Shameful Compulsion To Draw Cute Animals.

If I Had Had Me For A Student I Would Have Thrown Me Out Of Class Immediately.

The Strips Are Nearly Effortless Unless I Am Really Emotionally Upset, A Wreck.

I Do Dumb Stuff, Like Playing My Favorite Dumb Barry White Song And Lip-synching Into The Mirror So It Looks Like His Voice Is Coming Out Of My Mouth.

When You Start To Think Of The Arts As Not This Thing That Is Going To Get You Somewhere In Terms Of Becoming An Artist Or Becoming Famous Or Whatever It Is That People Do, But Rather A Way Of Making Being In The World Not Just Bearable, But Fascinating, Then It Starts To Get Interesting Again.