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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

Keep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.
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Mind Portions Readership
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.
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Art Missing Wall
I don’t get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.
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Digital Revolution Fans Mail
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
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Funny Happiness Happy
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.
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Adventure Boys Imagination
Doonesbury had the requisite and overwhelming influence in 1980, as it did on any college cartoonist who was paying attention, of course.
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Attention College Influence
Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.
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Deconstruction Jokes Tears
The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.
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Littles Needs Sometimes
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.
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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.
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Abstraction Income Wanted
I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.
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Comfort Cynical Heart
I knew ‘Mars Needs Moms! ‘ would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.
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Daughter Mom Mother
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.
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Children Goodbye Stupid
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.
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Affection Anyone Capable Country Dead Social
And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
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Bunnies Granny Jammies
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.
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Allow Artist Connection People

I 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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