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It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

Feminism is the theory. Lesbianism is the practice.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

I never really read superhero stuff as a kid.

Whatever we say, we're always talking about ourselves.

It was a vicious cycle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew.

Don't you kids get any ideas about dragging a trailer into the backyard. after you graduate from high school, i don't want to see you again.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

The web is my unconscious but it's also a wish
a fantasy of what my own creativity might look like if I weren't constantly impeding its flow.

It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair.

Psychoanalytic insight, Miller seems to suggest, is itself a pathological symptom.

I still found literary criticism to be a suspect activity

For some reason writing and drawing are very separate processes for me.

Sometimes I wish the writing and drawing were more integrated.

The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.

I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.

Again, the troubling gap between word and meaning. My feeble language skills could not bear the weight of such a laden experience.

I'm pretty illiterate when it comes to comics history.

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

I probably read Harriet the Spy about 70,000 times.

Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture.

I'm glad mainstream culture is starting to catch up to where lesbian-feminism was 30 years ago.

If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.

I just have this sort of entrepreneurial spirit and I work really hard at promoting myself.

Autobiographical comics, I love them. I love them.

You can't live and write at the same time.

The secret subversive goal of my work is to show that women, not just lesbians, are regular human beings.

I just met someone who read Gone With the Wind 62 times for exactly that same reason. She couldn't bear that it wasn't real. She wanted to live in it.

She has given me a way out.

On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

My research was stimulating but solitary

My mother is, my father certainly was. They were kind of the local intelligentsia in the town where I grew up.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

Then there were those famous wings. Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure?

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

The idea that our unconscious possesses such sure aim excited me. I became more attuned to my own erroneously carried out actions.

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

I started to get bored with that stuff about only drawing men and I've taken it out of the slideshow.

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

I love Jules Feiffer. I didn't discover him until I was a little older.

I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

It's said, after all, that people reach middle age the day they realize they're never going to read Remembrance of Things Past.

But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.

I have never read Sylvia Plath. My mother has never read Virginia Woolf. In general, we have stayed out of one another's way like this.

The sudden approximation of my dull, provincial life to a New Yorker cartoon was exhilarating.

Mom, how come you never go outside?"
"I told you, I'm a vampire.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.