I say, if you believe what you read in the comic strips, then you believe that mice run around with little gold buttons on their red pants and drive cars.

You learn just by trying and experimenting. By the time I was 14, I had my own comic strip in the Kansas City paper.

When the war was over and the guys were back to shaving every day, the editor thought the Beetle Bailey strips were hurting their disciplinary efforts to get the guys back to routine.

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play,

We were about to sell it. The car did not run - it must have sprouted wings and flown.

I believe you mother everybody, not in a cloying, hovering way, but taking care of what is around you.