I'll confess right here that I secretly wish I'd have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.

I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.

I will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn't exist.

Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.

I hate smoothies. Because they won't offer Firestone IPA beer as an ingredient.

If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.

I knew 'Mars Needs Moms! ' would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.

I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.

It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don't pop into mind when one sees one.

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.

Even if all communication from everyone is followed, yet one cannot please everyone.

Disappointment cannot exist without expectation. “The expected apricot is never as sweet when it reaches the mouth.

I think one of the keys to leadership is recognizing that everybody has gifts and talents. A good leader will learn how to harness those gifts toward the same goal.

How old are you Johnny" she asked. Sixteen." And what's that-a boy or a man?" He laughed. "A boy in time of peace and a man in time of war.

Take away freedom of speech, and the creative faculties dry up.

America, the country of my heart, my second home.

I love football. Love it. Love it. I think it's the last bastion of hope for toughness in America in men, in males.

You have to specialize the product.

Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I still love you.

All data are filtered, observation is necessarily 'theory-laden'.