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A turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird… a social being… capable of actual affection… nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it’s dead and we’re gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family.

Berkeley Breathed

Liberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he’s a professional whiner in the newspaper.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Heart Libertarian Politics
I was never asked to join the Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No fraternity would have me in college, either. I think they know something.
BERKELEY BREATHED

America College Thinking
I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I’d spent a childhood in a far different place.
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Childhood Country Different
It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Laughing Materials Seeing
I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I’d bet I wouldn’t lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Paper Writing Years
I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child – which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Children Goodbye Stupid
I’ll confess right here that I secretly wish I’d have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Adventure Boys Imagination
The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Littles Needs Sometimes
The fan letters were mostly answered by professional people that’d done them for a living. And I didn’t have any daily connection with their response to my work. I didn’t have a relationship with my audience. And every artist should have it.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Connection Fans Living Material Relationship Work
Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Elude Genius Irony
He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
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Dying Pages Want
I paint digitally now. A pity, in some ways, as the biggest price one pays is that you no longer have a finished piece of physical art to hang on a wall. I miss that terribly.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Art Missing Wall
I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Cards Guy Holiday
If you’ll read the subtext for many of those old strips, you’ll find the heart of an old-fashioned Libertarian. And I’d be a Libertarian, if they weren’t all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Dodging Fashioned Libertarian Many Old Subject
A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!
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Evolution Mind
Dear Lord, I’ve been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us…
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Christmas Food Funny

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