What Is An Idea Made Of? Of

I Used To Live A Very Social Life And Never Spend Much Solitary Time Looking At Birds Or Reading.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.

I Remember My Comic Strips Being Called "new Wave." It Bugged Me.

Remember How You Used To Be Able To Feel Your Bed Breathing And The Walls Spinning When You Were A Kid?

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?