Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.

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.

To take this one shot at life and live it with God is to take this one shot and have it reverberate across and around my world as if it were a million shots and more.

Intelligence is the door to freedom and alert attention is the mother of intelligence.

Oh... nice... nice... Ant-Man is a crazy movie.

Hang on to this with your life: "In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world."

​To go where you're wishing you could go, first you must tie your shoes and step off the porch.

I don't want people to feel like they'd overdosed on too much candy.

The Masonic fraternity tramples upon our rights, defeats the administration of justice, and bids defiance to every government which it cannot control.

As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved either with tears or reproaches, an excess of sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter; while, on the other hand, not to mourn at all is insensibility.

One is always a long way from solving a problem until one actually has the answer.

Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.