I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas' Daily Texan.

I'll confess right here that I secretly wish I'd have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.

Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.

I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.

I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I'd spent a childhood in a far different place.

I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.