Some people have recognized their friends in my paintings, but I'm not directly responsible for any hooking up as far as I know!

On the other hand, I'm drawn to top hats, and spats, and mustaches. I haven't read a Missed Connection yet with someone wearing a monocle, but rest assured I'll snap it up if I do.

I look for ambiguous messages to illustrate...I like some detail but not too much detail.

Odd things happen in New York, which is why it's such a great source of stories.

I usually draw in silence, but listen to music or public radio when I'm painting, after all the important decisions have been made.

But mostly I think two people do share a moment, and we all know that feeling, and it can put a spring in your step for the rest of the day.

There's arrogance for you. I think all artists insert themselves into their subject matter.

There are more than a few messages from lonely people wondering why they never find themselves described...I illustrated one, "How come no one ever misses me?" They kill me, those.

When men allow other people to ridicule, laugh and jeer at the truth, that cannot but bring sorrow to the heart of God

I've always had levity in my songs, so I like to turn things over, twist them around, and make fun of myself.

I used to love to call L.A. when I lived in New York... Is that the Big One I hear in the background? Bye, you lizard scum! Bye!

Female athletes are stereotyped by the general population--and usually as homosexuals.

Making the truth public is a form of justice. This is a moral universe and you've got to take account of the fact that truth and lies and goodness and evil are things that matter.

In this world, I call the shots and I think I know best.

It isn't the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may disclose.

Start with a growing market. Swim in a stream that becomes a river and ultimately an ocean. Be a leader in that market, not a follower, and constantly build the best products possible.

My father was the quintessential husband and dad.

If I could lick the sunset, I'll bet it would taste like Neapolitan ice cream.