At The Center Of Everything We Call

I Look Crazy. I Know I Do. Been True Since I Was A Kid!

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

What Year Is It In Your Imagination?

I Need To Be Cheered Up A Lot. I Think Funny People Are People Who Need To Be Cheered Up.

I've Gotten A Lot Of Livid Letters About The Awfulness Of My Work. I've Never Known What To Make Of It. Why Do People Bother To Write If They Hate What I Do?