A box of new crayons! Now they’re all pointy, lined up in order, bright and perfect. Soon they’ll be a bunch of ground down, rounded, indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic.

I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.

I think hiccup cures were really invented for the amusement of the patient's friends.

I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport.

Animation, by necessity, is a team sport, and the fewer people with input into my work, the better I like it.

I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know.

Every artist learns through imitation, but I rather doubt the aim of these things is artistic development. I assume they're either homages or satiric riffs, and are not intended to be taken too seriously as works in their own right. Otherwise I should be talking to a copyright lawyer.