I'm a pointillist, just working my tiny little piece of the canvas. I'm not so good at perspective.

When you're young, you don't feel iconoclastic - you're just kind of doing what seems natural, what moves you.

Where there's smoke, there's bound to be mirrors.

Isn't it possible that self-esteem isn't causal at all, but simply the happy side effect of a sturdy character, itself the product of unambiguous moral education?

I try to take people one at a time, with all the contradictions and compromises that most of us live with.

Most writers seem to prefer the morning, or they feel at their best in the morning. Ideas are popping into your head while you're in the shower. And that's true for me, as well.

Keith Knight is mapping out a previously unknown vector of the vast cartoon universe.