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I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.

Commonplaces Never Become Tiresome. It Is We Who Become Tired When We Cease To Be Curious And Appreciative.

Travel Is Like A Tonic To Me. It's More Than Just Getting Away From The Studio For A Brief Rest. I Need It To Recharge My Batteries.

The Balopticon [a Machine That Projects Photos On Canvas To Trace The Lines] Is An Evil, Inartistic, Habit-forming, Lazy And Vicious Machine! It Also Is A Useful, Time-saving, Practical And Helpful One. I Use One Often-and Am Thoroughly Ashamed Of It. I Hide It Whenever I Hear People Coming.

I'm Still About As Pigeon-toed As You Can Get. But I Learned To Manage Pretty Well On A Bike. Should Have Had A Bicycle Then, When I Was A Kid, But Our Family Didn't Have The Money For Such Luxuries. I Saved Up To Buy One Myself A Few Years Later.