The poor are the only ones who suffer. And they're used to it.

That's what fiction writers do: create characters and do terrible things to them for the entertainment of others. If they feel guilty enough, they write happy endings.

The strips about the military do seem to provoke moving and thoughtful responses. It's nice when the strip resonates, but more importantly, I need to know when I'm getting something wrong. The last thing I want to do is contribute to the suffering that wounded warriors already endure.

I try not to second-guess editors; they're the clients, and I have no expectation that my strip is going to make it into every paper every day.

Becoming the new feminine ideal requires just the right combination of insecurity, exercise, bulimia and surgery.

Anyone dumb enough to get his political information from a comic strip deserves what he gets at the polls.

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.