“My little sister Lucy told me one time that she used to think that street light was in reality God. I don’t see how she can even stand to admit that. Nine. You can’t get much dumber than when you’re nine. She’s a lot different than me and it’s not just because I’m older. I could always tell the difference between God and a street light.”

—Lynda Barry, The Good Times are Killing Me, 1988.