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

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

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

Not once in six years did I make it to the office by 9 on the dot.

One of the most attractive things about writing your autobiography is that you're not dead.

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

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