The Only Burning Passion I'm

Some Things I Won't Do For Any Amount Of Money. That's So Demoralizing And Goes Against Every Principle That I Hold. It's Like, Okay, Some Rich People Can Buy Me Because I'm A Talented Guy. They Can Buy Talent. You Can't Buy It For Yourself, But You Can Buy Other People's Talent To Serve Your Purposes. And Once An Artist Does That, He Becomes Like A Plaything Of The Rich. You Know, Some Of These Wealthy Collectors Have Paid Lots Of Money For Artwork That I Already Did, But I Didn't Do It With The Intention Of Catering To Them.

As A Kid Growing Up In The 1950s I Became Acutely Aware Of The Changes Taking Place In American Culture And I Must Say I Didn't Much Like It. I Witnessed The Debasement Of Architecture, And I Could See A Decline In The Quality Of Things Like Comic Books And Toys, Things Made For Kids. Old Things Seemed To Have More Life, More Substance, More Humanity In Them.

Hey Kids, While You're Out Smashing The State Keep A Smile On Your Lips And A Song In Your Hearts.

The Only Burning Passion I'm Sure I Have Is The Passion For Sex.

I Didn't Invent Anything; It's All There In The Culture; It's Not A Big Mystery. I Just Combine My Personal Experience With Classic Cartoon Stereotypes.