For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are

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.

I Don't Know How Anyone Gets Anything Done In New York City. I Vastly Prefer Living In The Country. I Just Need A Lot Of Quiet And Solitude, And I'm So Easily Distracted. I Mean, The Internet Is Enough To Deal With.

It Was Not A Triumphal Return. Home, As I Had Known It, Was Gone.

I Could Not Do What I Do If I Were Not Obsessive Compulsive To A Certain Extent. I Don't Act Clinically Ocd. I'm Not Going To Check Things So Many Times I Have To Take Drugs For It. But The Kind Of Complicated And Painstaking Work I Have To Do To Make My Drawings, It Just Kind Of Harnesses That Compulsive Energy In A Constructive Way.

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.