“I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.”

I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

We are, in the comics, the last frontier of good, wholesome family humor and entertainment.

They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

On radio and television, magazines and the movies, you can’t tell what you’re going to get. When you look at the comic page, you can usually depend on something acceptable by the entire family.

I don’t just try to be funny.

Time goes by at such a pace,it’s funny how it’s easy to forget her face

In Roslyn, Pennsylvania, we started our real-life family circus. They provided the inspiration for my cartoons. I provided the perspiration.

I don’t have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That’s more important to me than a laugh.

A peaceful home is as sacred a place as any chapel or cathedral.

I think it’s a novelty for cartoon characters to cross over into another strip or panel occasionally.

I like to feel that what I’m doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It’s a subject that is near and dear to me.

Goal begins with “GO.”

Today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

They looked great, you know the drawings of the guys playing looked great and bits of string around their necks. So it didn’t seem to be that difficult a thing to do, or that inaccessible.

It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.

If I have to draw attention away from some hormone-induced acne on my chin, I put on a lot of mascara.

What drew me towards team sport were the camaraderie and friendship. The chance to celebrate victory and success with a group of other people is something I have enjoyed doing.

Whether someone like Klitschko wins, loses, draws, or gets knocked out in five seconds, he is still a big name.

I draw on my memories but blended with a lot of fantasy.

One day Boudin said to me, ‘Learn to draw well and appreciate the sea, the light, the blue sky.’ I took his advice.

I can only draw what I see.