“I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.”

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

On radio and television, magazines and the movies, you can’t tell what you’re going to get. When you look at the comic page, you can usually depend on something acceptable by the entire family.

I don’t just try to be funny.

Time goes by at such a pace,it’s funny how it’s easy to forget her face

In Roslyn, Pennsylvania, we started our real-life family circus. They provided the inspiration for my cartoons. I provided the perspiration.

I don’t have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That’s more important to me than a laugh.

I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.

A peaceful home is as sacred a place as any chapel or cathedral.

I think it’s a novelty for cartoon characters to cross over into another strip or panel occasionally.

I like to feel that what I’m doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It’s a subject that is near and dear to me.

Goal begins with “GO.”

Today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.

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.

A hug is like a boomerang – you get it back right away.

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

OF COURSE I’d like to be the ideal mother. But I’m too busy raising children.

I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.

Louis Pasteur, the great scientist, said “chance favours the prepared mind”, which is a posh way of saying ‘do your homework’, but it’s an excellent piece of advice.

I did my homework, of course, by inhaling as much literature as was available to find.

It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.

My son’s homework, or what I get from his teachers, the same way.

I just try to get through my to-do list, with my kids’ homework being at the top of it, and then try to prepare for the next audition or whatever scene I’m shooting next. Balance.

I cheated a lot, because I just couldn’t sit and do homework. I usually sat next to someone extremely smart.