I've had to whine for everything I've ever really wanted.

I'm continually working on myself. Nothing ever actually works.

When I was a kid, and I was watching TV, I just loved it so much that I wanted to crawl into that TV.

It was memorable the first time 'The New Yorker' bought a cartoon from me. I had been sending them batches for years every week, and they didn't respond to them.

All I can really tell you about my father is that he did odd things like put tin foil on a bottle of beer after having a few sips, then put it in the refrigerator to perhaps have on another night.

I started trying to be a writer and failed for years. I tried novels, short stories, sitcoms, movies, plays, anything. And then, to support myself, I had millions of jobs on the fringes of show business.