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He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.

Berkeley Breathed

I 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 BREATHED

Fascination Personality States
The 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 BREATHED

Abstraction Income Wanted
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
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

Affection Anyone Capable Country Dead Social
And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Bunnies Granny Jammies
Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Elude Genius Irony
The digital world has allowed me a connection with my reader that I’d never had before. I didn’t meet the people who read my material.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Allow Artist Connection People
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Funny Happiness Happy
I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas’ Daily Texan.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Country News Photographer
I don’t get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Digital Revolution Fans Mail
I’d be a Libertarian, if they weren’t all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Bunch Libertarian Subtext
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
My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Doors Eye Kids
It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Laughing Materials Seeing
He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Dying Pages Want
It was a huge challenge to learn digital painting well enough so that computers don’t pop into mind when one sees one.
BERKELEY BREATHED

Challenges Digital Mind

He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.

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