Reading those turgid philosophers here in these remote stone buildings may not get you a job, but if those books have forced you to ask yourself questions about what makes life truthful, purposeful, meaningful, and redeeming, you have the Swiss Army Knife of mental tools, and it's going to come in handy all the time.

I like my smock. You can tell the quality of the artist by the quality of his smock. Actually, I just like to say smock. Smock smock smock smock smock smock.

The writing doesn't distract me while I'm drawing and vice versa. I can devote my full attention to each.

Calvin: Know what I pray for? Hobbes: What? Calvin: The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference.

What fun is it being cool if you can't wear a sombrero?

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

There's more to this world than just people, you know.