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.

Except for me, no one in my family could draw.

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

I don't know that I spent any more time alone than any other kid, but being by myself never bothered me.

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

I don't know anyone who enjoys going to the hospital. To help remedy this, I got an idea to create what a Laugh Room in the pediatric ward of hospitals.