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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

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
A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!
BERKELEY BREATHED

Evolution Mind
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
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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America College Thinking
Cartooning is about deconstruction: you gotta tear something down to make a joke.
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Deconstruction Jokes Tears
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’d be a Libertarian, if they weren’t all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.
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Bunch Libertarian Subtext
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
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Funny Happiness Happy
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 BREATHED

Boys Girlfriend School
He comic page is dying; I didn’t want to go with it.
BERKELEY BREATHED

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.
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Art Missing Wall
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
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
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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Cat Years Yelling
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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Paper Writing Years
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

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

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