I'll rid the world of bad things. But first, I need to get more coffee.
My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
Death pointed the gun in his socket and blew off some of his skull.
This kind of heart-wrenching love was different from all the others.
Those are the horses you win on, the ones that want to kill you.
Didn’t you think I’d come after you? Don’t you want to be with me?
I’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.
She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.
People assume married cartoonists are laughing all the time.
In search of the life we all agree is so desirable—art, romance, freedom!