If You Were To Draw Bugs, The

Early Experiences Convinced Me That Animals Can And Do Have Quite Distinct Personalities.

Each Character Represented A Trait That Resides In Me.

[w]hen The Coyote Falls, He Gets Up And Brushes Himself Off; It's Preservation Of Dignity. He's Humiliated, And It Worries Him When He Ends Up Looking Like An Accordion. A Coyote Isn't Much, But It's Better Than Being An Accordion.

In 1918, When I Was 6 Or 7 Years Old, Radio Was Just Coming Into Use In The Great War.

You've Got A Million Bad Drawings In You; You Better Get Started.