I Keep The Pornographic Stuff In A

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 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.

Everyone In Those Days Expected That Art Students Were Wild, Licentious Characters. We Didn't Know How To Be, But We Sure Were Anxious To Learn.

I Can Take A Lot Of Pats On The Back. I Love It When I Get Admiring Letters From People. And, Of Course, I'd Love It If The Critics Would Notice Me, Too.

The Balopticon [a Machine That Projects Photos On Canvas To Trace The Lines] Is An Evil, Inartistic, Habit-forming, Lazy And Vicious Machine! It Also Is A Useful, Time-saving, Practical And Helpful One. I Use One Often-and Am Thoroughly Ashamed Of It. I Hide It Whenever I Hear People Coming.