Girls are like slugs - they probably serve some purpose, but it's hard to imagine what.

In the right hands, a comic strip attains a beauty and elegance that, really, I would put against any other art.

I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.

Is it truly being good if the only reason I behave well is so I can get more loot at Christmas? I mean, really, all I'm doing is saying I can be bribed.

Boy, there's nothing worse than an inscrutable omen.

I always think of "Popeye" and "Barney Google" as quintessential comic strips in that old rollicky, slapstick way we've sort of lost.

If good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are?