By the time they had diminished from 50 to 8, the other dwarves began to suspect 'Hungry'.

The picture's pretty bleak, gentlemen... The world's climates are changing, the mammals are taking over, and we all have a brain about the size of a walnut.

People try to look for deep meanings in my work. I want to say, 'They're just cartoons, folks. You laugh or you don't.' Gee, I sound shallow. But I don't react to current events or other stimuli. I don't read or watch TV to get ideas. My work is basically sitting down at the drawing table and getting silly.

I think I'm maintaining the quality, but internally I'm paying for it.

Wait a minute! This is grass! We've been eating grass!

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

I don't know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things just start to happen.