Nobody Ever Asked Me To Do Anything.

If A Carpenter Makes A Chair That's Comfortable For The Person Who's Going To Sit In It, He's Done His Job. If A Train Engineer Gets A Train In On Time, He's Going To Make Someone Happy Who's Waiting At The Station. And If An Artist Draws The Kind Of A Picture That People Are Going To Enjoy Looking At, Or He Makes A Visual Story Which People Are Going To Enjoy Reading, He's Done His Job.

I'm Not Interested In The Ego Trip Of Creating Or Not Creating. I'm Interested In Selling A Magazine. Rock-bottom, I Sell Magazines. I'm A Thorough Professional Who Does His Job.

I Don't Want To Take Somebody Else's Beating. That Makes Me Unhappy.

I Was An Artist, But Not A Self-proclaimed Great Artist, Just A Common Man Who Was Working In A Form Of Art Which Is Universal.

Life At Best Is Bittersweet.