Artists Can Color The Sky Red Because

I Told The Doctor I Was Overtired, Anxiety-ridden, Compulsively Active, Constantly Depressed, With Recurring Fits Of Paranoia. Turns Out I'm Normal.

Whether These Were Liberal Publications Or Conservative Publications, Whether They Were Mainstream Or Slightly To The Side Of The Mainstream; Out Of The Mainstream, They All Believed That They Had The Right To Tell You How To Stylize Yourself. And From The New York Times To The Much More Left-winged Nation. And The Voice Said, No, Whatever You Want To. You Drew Whatever You Want To, We'll Publish It. Nobody Was Doing That. Nobody Does It Today. The Voice Is No Longer That Paper, And Editorializing Is Now In The Hands Of Editors, With Few Exceptions.

Maturity Is Only A Short Break In Adolescence.

I've Never Met A Cartoonist Who Isn't Quirky Or Weird In Some Ways.

The City Keeps Reinventing Itself. And Each Generation Thinks, As They Enter It, That They've Missed The Best Of It, And Then They Become The Authors Of The Next "best." And So It Goes On And On And On. And New York Keeps Redefining Itself And Reinventing Itself, And Then You Look At It And It's Pretty Much The Way It Was Back In The 1920's., Or In The 1930's. Something Stylistically Different In Some Ways, But It's Still Got The Same Vitality.