Happiness is being famous for your financial ability to indulge in every kind of excess.

Of course, REAL zombies never get the giggles when they look at each other.

I think most of us would be horrified to meet ourselves and discover what everyone else already knows about us.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

What state do you live in? Denial.

We consume everything like potato chips. In this environment, I suspect the cartoonist's connection with readers is likely to be superficial and fleeting, unless he taps into some fervent special interest niche. And that audience, almost by definition, will be tiny.

Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.