Publicity gets more than a little tiring. You want it, you need it, you crave it, and you're scared as hell when it stops.

I was 82 years old before Who's Who thought I was enough of a big shot to do a piece on me.

When animators weren't sleeping, they were drinking.

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

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

While I have never been a regular churchgoer, I'm anything but immune to the power and the majesty of the religious experience.

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.