That's the conundrum of cartoon stripping, as opposed to political cartoons. When your anger is the driving force of your drawing hand, failure follows. The anger is OK, but it has to serve the interests of the heart, frankly.

If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.

And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.

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.

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

I don't get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.

Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.