It's self-soothing for me to draw. So if I'm upset, drawing makes me less upset.

As an adult, it's hard for me to remember my mother before her sickness. But if I go back into childhood, I can access that.

It was memorable the first time 'The New Yorker' bought a cartoon from me. I had been sending them batches for years every week, and they didn't respond to them.

All I can really tell you about my father is that he did odd things like put tin foil on a bottle of beer after having a few sips, then put it in the refrigerator to perhaps have on another night.

We are all just little dolls of ourselves. Who occasionally pull back the curtains to reveal the real us.

In many ways, cartooning is my therapy. I've always said they're like my diaries. It's thoughts and feelings and things I've seen on any particular day.