Once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is.

As a kid, I knew I wanted to be either a cartoonist or an astronaut. The latter was never much of a possibility, as I don't even like riding in elevators.

I was reading about how countless species are being pushed toward extinction by man's destruction of forests. . . . Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

I don't enjoy lettering very much, but that's the way I write and that belongs in the strip because the strip is a reflection of me.

But for my own example, I'd never believe one little kid could have so much brains!

Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.

When the cartoonist is trying to talk honestly and seriously about life, then I believe he has a responsibility to think beyond satisfying the market's every whim and desire.