I think of football as a sport the way ducks think of hunting as a sport.
Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?
In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make better memories.
Paul Gauguin asked, “whence do we come? What are we? Where are we going?” Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I came from my room, I’m a kid with big plans, and I’m going outside! See ya later! Say, who the heck is Paul Gauguin anyway?
The more words you have at your disposal, the more precisely you can express yourself.
The score is still Q to 12!
I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.
If you’re a painter, it’s simply taken for granted that you’ll spend a lot of time in museums studying great paintings, but if you’re a cartoonist, it used to be very hard to see an original cartoon drawing.
People pay more attention when they think you’re up to something.
Animation, by necessity, is a team sport, and the fewer people with input into my work, the better I like it.
No sport is less organized than Calvinball.
You can make your superhero a psychopath, you can draw gut-splattering violence, and you can call it a “graphic novel,” but comic books are still incredibly stupid.
Until you stalk and overrun, you cannot devour anyone. -Hobbes.
Problems often look overwhelming at first. The secret is to break problems into small, manageable chunks. If you deal with those, you’re done before you know it.
In a comic strip, you can suggest motion and time, but it’s very crude compared to what an animator can do. I have a real awe for good animation.
Heck, what’s a little extortion among friends?
I think most of us would be horrified to meet ourselves and discover what everyone else already knows about us.
Having an enviable career is one thing. Being a happy person is another.
As a kid, I knew I wanted to be either a cartoonist or an astronaut. The latter was never much of a possibility, as I don’t even like riding in elevators.
You can draw a penguin on a toilet reading The New York Times and it’s adorable, but try doing it with an adult male character, and it’s disgusting.