Sometimes I Wish The Writing And Drawing

I Get To Do For A Living What I Did As A Child For Fun, And That's Pretty Cool.

Who Embalms The Undertaker When He Dies?

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are Very Separate Processes For Me.

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.