“Kids, Madison Avenue is lying to you. Your parents are lying to you. The president is lying to you.”

They don’t want to know. Maybe they realize that their yuppie parents who protested Vietnam have turned on their ideals and are now struggling to buy a Lexus or whatever.

they’ve got television and the electronic games that they can bury themselves in like ostriches. They don’t have to pay attention to what’s going on in the world around them.

Mad was wide open. Bill loved it, and he was a capitalist Republican. I loved it, and I was a liberal Democrat.

These kids don’t know what to revolt against, so they just completely ignore it, which is a very frightening thing.

Young Baby Boomers were forced to play duck-and-cover in school, in hopes that a desk would protect them from an atomic explosion. It was all bullshit, and they knew it.

What we went to World War II for, at least in my mind, was not getting taken care of. It was supposed to be a brave new world, but we were getting back into the old ruts, and we were in a cold war with Russia.

It was also the root cause of EC’s success; kids were looking for ways to numb themselves to this horror that they felt.

The bipartisan approach filtered up through my typewriter. I used to say, “Mad takes on both sides.”

That went for the writers, too; they all had their own political leanings, and everybody had a voice. But the voices were mostly critical. It was social commentary, after all.

We even used to rake the hippies over the coals. They were protesting the Vietnam War, but we took aspects of their culture and had fun with it.

The comic-book industry today is not what it was back then, unfortunately. Kids are no longer interested in reading comic books.

They were questioning the entire adult establishment, and that was the root cause of juvenile delinquency.

Where are the young people today? Why are they allowing some of the things that are happening in their country? I am really upset about that. I feel that they are burying their heads in the sand of electronic games and television.

I can’t stop traffic on Fifth Avenue, not unless I walk in front of an oncoming cab.

If I advance; follow me. If I retreat; kill me. If I die; avenge me! It is better to live one day as a lion than one-hundred years as a sheep!

Wherein they fancy intersperses Long avenues of universes, While Klein and Clifford fill the void With one finite, unbounded homoloid, And think the Infinite is now at last destroyed.

One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of an old arcade without meeting an instrument of time.

Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.

I take football as an avenue to different opportunities. Football is not using me; I’m using football.

Nothing is more limiting than a closed circle of acquaintanceship where every avenue of conversation has been explored and social exchanges are fixed in a known routine.

Militant feminists are pro-choice because it’s their ultimate avenue of power over men.