I learned long ago to accept the fact that not everything I create will see the light of day.

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

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

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

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

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

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.