When animators weren't sleeping, they were drinking.

My last days at MGM were like the fall of the Roman Empire in fast motion.

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

Parents look at me like I'm somebody pretty important, and say, We were raised on your characters, and now we're enjoying them all over again with our children.

The Christmas parties were orgies of drinking and singing and groping and pawing. Cartoon staffers invested their own money in preparatory liquor.

I cannot say who, precisely, came up with the idea of a Stone Age family.

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