You loan your friend money. You see them again they don't say nothin' 'bout the money. 'Hi how ya doin'? How's ya mama doing?' Man how's my money doin'?

He who receives money in trust to administer for the benefit of its owner and uses it either for his own interest or against the wishes of its rightful owner is a thief.

A man with money is no match against a man on a mission.

I know this is kind of corny but we thought about renewing our vows again because I think my mom would really love it if we did that in Arkansas where I came from.

She had a hit for every syllable: 'Don't. You. Ever. Talk. To. Me. Like. That. Ever. Again.' That was the last time I ever talked back to Mom.

When I was 11 my friend's mom made a peanut butter sandwich. I ate the sandwich and was like 'I'm never eating anything else again.' And I still eat peanut butter every day. I would put peanut butter on a steak.

My mom would be leaving the house and she'd say 'Don't you pull out all of the old dresses in the attic and put on a show again!' And the door would close and that's exactly what I'd do. The show was calling me!

I was looking to do something non-fiction because I had done a strip 'My Mom Was a Schizophrenic.' I really enjoyed the process of doing that strip despite its subject matter. To do it I'd had to do a lot of research and reading and I figured I'd like to do that again.

My mom used to tell me stories at night read books to me - and I read 'em over and over and over again. And you know what I learned from that? I went back and looked at everything - Why do I like reading the same stories over and over and over again? What was I some kind of nincompoop? No - the narrative gave me connection with my mom.

I'm a competitive person and it is in my nature to try hard in every match I play. The only time I'm not competitive is when I'm playing against my mom.