The Satiric Ethos Of Mad

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.

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.

The Secret Subversive Goal Of My Work Is To Show That Women, Not Just Lesbians, Are Regular Human Beings.

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.

I Grew To Resent The Way My Father Treated His Furniture Like Children, And His Children Like Furniture.