If A Picture Wasn't Going Very Well,

If The Public Dislikes One Of My Post Covers, I Can't Help Disliking It Myself.

If A Picture Wasn't Going Very Well I'd Put A Puppy Dog In It, Always A Mongrel, You Know, Never One Of The Full Bred Puppies. And Then I'd Put A Bandage On Its Foot... I Liked It When I Did It, But Now I'm Sick Of It.

I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.

I Unconsciously Decided That, Even If It Wasn't An Ideal World, It Should Be. So I Painted Only The Ideal Aspects Of It - Pictures In Which There Are No Drunken Slatterns Or Self-centered Mothers... Only Foxy Grandpas Who Played Baseball With The Kids And Boys Who Fished From Logs And Got Up Circuses In The Backyard.

I Had A Couple Of Million Dollars' Worth Of... Stock Once. And Now It's Not Worth Much More Than Wallpaper. I Guess I Just Wasn't Born To Be Rich.