I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.
BERKELEY BREATHEDAnd just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
More Berkeley Breathed Quotes
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A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!
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I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I’d spent a childhood in a far different place.
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And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.
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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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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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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.
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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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If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.
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Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.
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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.
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It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.
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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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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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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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Some of us find our lives abridged even before the paperback comes out.
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