If you've got more ambiguous characters or stock stereotypes, the plastic comes through and they don't work as well.

I guess I just don't have the killer instinct that I think makes a great political cartoonist.

Childhood is for spoiling adulthood.

There are no restrictions of taste, approach, or subject matter. The gatekeepers are gone, so the prospect for new and different voices is exciting. Or at least it will be if anyone reads them. And it will be even more exciting if anyone pays for them. It's hard to charge admission without a gate.

Let's say that life is this square of the sidewalk. We are born at this crack and we die at that crack. Now we find ourselves somewhere inside the square and in the process of walking outside of it. Suddenly, we realize our time in here is fleeting. Is our quick experience here pointless? Does anything we say or do in here really matter? Have we done anything important? Have we been happy? Have we made the most of these precious few footsteps?

When birds burp, it must taste like bugs.

I'm related to people I don't relate to.