There are days when I'm completely depressed and able to do only one drawing.

Going out in Paris was like going out in the '30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I'd seen in books at my grandparents' house, only it was our generation.

I'd experienced the '40s and '50s by looking at my grandparents' old clothes, books, and magazines.

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

We all look for lost time.

There's always some kind of hidden logic.