I was never asked to join the Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No fraternity would have me in college, either. I think they know something.

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

I'd be a Libertarian, if they weren't all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.

I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.

My post-child period resulted in one instant change: I write shorter books for kids.

Steve Dallas...a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He's never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.