The Fine-art World Knows Very Little About

You Can't Make Everybody Love You. It's An Exercise In Futility, And It's Probably Not Even A Good Idea To Try.

There's Many Heroic Underappreciated Investigative Journalists.

They Can Buy Talent. You Can't Buy It For Yourself, But You Can Buy Other People's Talent To Serve Your Purposes. And Once An Artist Does That, He Becomes Like A Plaything Of The Rich.

The Comics Are Where All The Crazy Subconscious Stuff Comes Out.

They Were Just Snapshots, Nothing Special, Nothing Particularly Artistic. They Were Used For Utility Purposes. (on Photographs Of Mundane Streetscapes He Had Stanley Something-or-other Take In Sacramento In 1988 To Serve As Backgrounds To His Cartoons. People Don't Draw It, All This Crap, People Don't Focus Attention On It Because It's Ugly, It's Bleak, It's Depressing... But, This Is The World We Live In; I Wanted My Work To Reflect That, The Background Reality Of Urban Life. )