“If you’re asking me what I love, it’s that point where I’m just scribbling and trying to make myself laugh and trying to outrage myself. Getting in that frame of mind where the more you laugh the more you laugh – I think that’s what I’m attempting to do.”

I like to make myself laugh. When I’m just sitting with a sketchbook and trying to make myself laugh or trying to come up with ideas, I try not to worry about aim right away. I’m just sort of shooting in all directions.

I’m an adequatist! I would be happy with something adequate. Perfection’s out of the question.

I’m not a good businessman and I don’t promote myself particularly well. It’s best I don’t talk to anybody lest I alienate myself.

The dread was built into the 2016 election – a little spoonful of dread.

I’ve been thinking of trying to de-caricaturize Donald Trump. I thought it would be fun to try and, since he’s already a caricature, to make him normal looking.

All my drawings always sort of looked funny even if I was trying to do serious stuff and express myself about grim situations. It was always cartoony.

A cartoonist’s style is created by weaknesses and personal restrictions as much as strengths.

I don’t know what I was thinking when I was starting out. I was hoping I’d get paid to draw realistic pictures of hockey players. I still hold that hope alive.

I felt it was more fun to knock people down than to build them up. I seemed to get a better reaction from my peers and from my friends when I was mocking stuff – which isn’t necessarily anything to be too proud of.

If you can learn to convey what you express in the first rough sketch, you’re really saying what you need to say in that.

Humor is such a strong weapon, such a strong answer. Women have to make jokes about themselves, laugh about themselves, because they have nothing to lose.

It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.

What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!

There is always a secret irritation about a laugh in which we cannot join

You can laugh your way into hell but not out.

Tabloids can be fun.

I will leap into my grave laughing because the feeling that I have five million human beings on my conscience is for me a source of extraordinary satisfaction.

I’m not a – I’m beautiful, but I’m not working because I’m drop-dead gorgeous with a fantastic body.