Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?
— Lynda Barry
I started doing cartoons when I was about 21. I never thought I would be a cartoonist. It happened behind my back. I was always a painter and drawer.
I go to work the minute I open my eyes.
I need to be cheered up a lot. I think funny people are people who need to be cheered up.
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.
Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.
I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and start talking.
I wasn't afraid to be laughed at or be loud.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.
I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.
If I didn't try to eavesdrop on every bus ride I take or look for the humor when I go for a walk, I would just be depressed all the time.
If I had had me for a student I would have thrown me out of class immediately.
