Steve Dallas…a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He’s never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.
BERKELEY BREATHEDSteve Dallas…a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He’s never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI’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 BREATHEDI 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 BREATHEDThe 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 BREATHEDIf 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 BREATHEDI started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas’ Daily Texan.
BERKELEY BREATHEDIrony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
BERKELEY BREATHEDA 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 BREATHEDI don’t get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.
BERKELEY BREATHEDThe cartooning was always just an abstraction. It was an income. It was making me famous. It was allowing me to go and do other things that I’d wanted to do.
BERKELEY BREATHEDSome of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.
BERKELEY BREATHEDHe comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
BERKELEY BREATHEDLiberal, shmiberal. That should be a new word. Shmiberal: one who is assumed liberal, just because he’s a professional whiner in the newspaper.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I’d spent a childhood in a far different place.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI will go to my grave in a state of abject endless fascination that we all have the capacity to become emotionally involved with a personality that doesn’t exist.
BERKELEY BREATHEDI was never asked to join the Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No fraternity would have me in college, either. I think they know something.
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