High-level, big-deal publicity has a way of getting old for me, but what never fails to thrill me is when I make personal appearances.

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

Not once in six years did I make it to the office by 9 on the dot.

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

Bill Hanna and I owe an awful lot to television, but we both got our start and built the first phase of our partnership in the movies.

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

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