“Well, it’s a lot less dangerous – working with snakes and mountaibn lions and dangerous animals – than working in Hollywood [laughs]. Hollwood will kill you.”

With my portable recording system, I didn’t feel like I was listening as a distant observer; rather, I had been sucked into a new space – becoming an integral part of the experience itself.

A great silence is spreading over the natural world even as the sound of man is becoming deafening.

Our problem is that sound is not important in our culture. We know the world from the visual, not from the other senses. I had to be taught other ways of understanding.

It is hard to keep a straight face during comedy scenes. It’s considered really bad form to laugh at someone else because you can ruin their best take. But sometimes it’s very hard not to.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

For me, a hearty “belly laugh” is one of the beautiful sounds in the world.

Live well laugh often and love much.

The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you’ll weep yourself to death.

After I ran off the mound, I looked over at the St. Louis dugout. There were players rolling around on the floor, laughing. Poor Terry. I’ll have to admit that was a hell of a curveball.

It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.