Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.
Seven days without laughter makes one weak.
It is not true that nice guys finish last. Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.
Life is like a game of chess...there are many moves possible, but each move determines your next move...where you wind up is the sum total of all your past moves...but first you have to make some kind of move.
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 I draw, I rule the world.
Some people will do schlock or anything, just to get their name on it.
The people who were against the Vietnam War thought I was attacking the Army. The guys in the Army thought I was representing their experiences. I was on both sides, and I survived.
Everything I know, I write about. My only research is what I did.
I was kicked out of The Stars And Stripes twice, and finally got back in.
You taught me to be nice, so nice that now I am so full of niceness, I have no sense of right and wrong, no outrage, no passion.
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.
At one time Tribune Syndicate emptied out their storeroom. They put tables full of original cartoons down in the lobby and said take one if you want one. The comics were simply a burden to them.
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.
When I introduced a black soldier, Lt. Flap, in 1971, the Stars and Stripes banned the strip. They were having racial problems and thought it would increase the tensions.
