I was 82 years old before Who's Who thought I was enough of a big shot to do a piece on me.

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

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

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.

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

I hate fishing, and I can't imagine why anyone would want to hike when you can get in the car and drive.

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