Imagination continually frustrates tradition; that is its function.

I've been around a long time and I've found that these forms, whether it's the cartoon, or whether it's a play, or all these dying forms refuse to die. Something happens to rejuvenate them and it will certainly happen to the political cartoon. It will come back. But whether it's on the internet, or whether it's in some other form, however that works, whether it looks the way it looks now, or entirely different, I have no idea. And thank God I don't have to worry about it.

If you are not able to communicate successfully between yourself and yourself, how are you supposed to make it with the strangers outside?

Writing, I explained, was mainly an attempt to out-argue one's past; to present events in such a light that battles lost in life were either won on paper or held to a draw.

Eventually, if it's on your mind, you stumble on it. You need a certain amount of luck and persistence.

I'm well beyond dyslexic: I have no sense of direction; I never know where I am.

I've never met a cartoonist who isn't quirky or weird in some ways.