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.

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

I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child - which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.

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

Keep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.

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

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