What the real world of 1941 needed most was the release and relief provided by laughter.

Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.

That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.

My biggest kick comes from the individual fans I run into. Middle-aged men ask me when we're going to do more Johnny Quest cartoons.

I have spent a lot of years on the outside looking in.

Despite the rejection, and in violation of all the rules, I came back year after year.

Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.