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.

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

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

Among the great glories of the MGM lot were the vast outdoor sets that had been constructed over the years.

When animators weren't sleeping, they were drinking.

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

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.