Life At Best Is Bittersweet.

All Life On Earth Is Subject To The Rumbles And Rockings Of The Parent Stucture Which Has No Control Over The Disastrous Effects Of Its Stresses And Strains On Whatever Thrives On Its Surface. The Ambitions And Dreams Of Men Are Irrelevant To This Planetary Giant Which Pursues Its Own Way In Its Own Manner. Man Is Its Child, Tenant And Still, To This Date, Its Captive.

My Anatomy Was Self-taught. I Feel Everybody Has That Ability. I Drew Instinctively. Mine Was An Instinctive Style.

I've Never Done Anything Half-heartedly. It's The Reason My Comics Did Well. It's The Reason My Comics Were Drawn Well. I Can't Do Anything Bad.

I Came Out Of School One Day, And There Was This Pulp Magazine. It Was A Rainy Day, And It Was Floating Toward The Sewer In The Gutter. So I Pick Up This Pulp Magazine, And It's Wonder Stories, And It's Got A Rocket-ship On The Cover, And I'd Never Seen A Rocket-ship.

I Could Do Whatever I Liked To Do During The Day. I Didn't Have To Work In An Office. I Could Work At Home. I Could Work At My Leisure. I Worked 'til Four In The Morning. I Worked With The Tv And Radio On - It Was A Great Setup. I Was A Night Person And Still Am.