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.

After I had done a handful of cartoons I was satisfied with, I started submitting them to the magazines.

I was convinced there as only one actor to play Templeton the Rat, and that was Tony Randall.

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

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

There is no law that says a man who earned a hundred million dollars in his first half-dozen years on the job has to be a decent human being, but Mike Eisner is that and more.