Repeats Are The Absolute Soul-crushing Killers Of

If A Restaurant Offers Crayons, I Always Take Them And Color Throughout The Meal. It Beats Talking To The People I Came To Dinner With.

The Writing Is Done On The Computer, And The Drawing Is Done By Hand. I Write, Write, Write, Then I Hit The Illustration.

You Can Write A Little And Can Draw A Little, But There's Necessarily A Limitation On Both In A Comic Strip, Since It Appears In Such A Tiny Space.

Most Poetry Just Confounds Me. I Really Want To Like It, But I Can't Help Thinking It's A Hoax. (p. 24)

Whenever I See People With Their Collars Up, I'm Tempted To Point It Out To Them Like You Would For Someone Who Has A Food Stain On Their Shirt Or Food In Their Teeth, As If To Say, 'your Fashion Sense Is So Offensive I'm Assuming It's Some Sort Of Accident You'll Want To Fix.