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

My marriage had been impulsive. That marriage should have been short-lived instead of the 23 years it spanned.

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

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.

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.

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