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There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.

I Started Doing Cartoons When I Was About 21. I Never Thought I Would Be A Cartoonist. It Happened Behind My Back. I Was Always A Painter And Drawer.

You Keep Seeing Your Picture On Posters That You Are Missing But You're Not. That'd Be Weird, Right? Or Say You Look Down At The Sidewalk And Earthworms Are Spelling Your Name. Or You Open A Peanut Bag And The 'hello' Is Written In Your Writing On The Inside Of The Shell. Would That Weird Ya?

When I Work On A Book, I Usually Start With A Question. And I Don't Sit Around And Go "i Need To Write A Book. What's A Good Question?" It Will Be A Question That's Just Clanging Around In My Head.

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.