Quotes About Humor

The comedian Emo Philips once joked that he considered his brain to be the most fascinating organ in his body – until he realised who was telling him this.

The virtuosity and visual humor of people like A.B. Frost, T.S. Sullivant, and [Thomas] Nast of course, have so much depth and innate humor that I couldn't really resist cross hatching. Later day cross-hatchers like Ron Cobb and Bill Plympton were also early influences. (from an interview in Attitude, 2002)

The self-righteously bitter cartoons that appear in sectarian magazines are fine if all you want to do is preach to the choir, but I believe you can reach a lot more people with humor. (from an interview in Attitude, 2002)

Funny Times is the best little cartoon monthly out there (Interview with Washington City Paper)

Illustration is to cartooning as prison sodomy is to pansexual orgy.

I'm not an alcoholic—I don't have the discipline to become one—

I'm leaning on an old guy trick here, claiming my wife is being a typical irrational woman right as she begins saying things that I don't want to hear.

No," I say. "Actually, the first time I saw one in real life, I thought of the Great Pit of Carkoon in Return of the Jedi." "OK, well, I officially take back my previous comment about you knowing a thing or two about vaginas." "Understandable." "What

In all our family portraits growing up, I looked like a short, half-Jewish kid being held captive by a family of Vikings. "So

It's like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead.

He considered rolling over and simply ignoring his son. There should be a rule in parenting that you get to do that once every fiscal year. If you skip a year, it carries over— like airline miles or paid time off.

Yeah?" I touch my Hot Pocket. It should be cool enough by sometime next week to not completely fuck my mouth up.

Remember that one bares their teeth while laughing.

What do you expect me to do i am a pirate not a ninja! - Annie, The House of Mystery

knocking back the wine and reaching for the cheap consolations of kimchee-scented Kleenex fiction

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want, he said. Braiiinnnnssss, we said in unison.

Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.

And what else is she? Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, A bitchweasel? A bitchweasel! Jazza's face lit up. She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.

Were you playing with Stuart? she asked. The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it.

Braiiinnnnssss, we said in unison. It's both sad and incredibly impressive that you were all ready with that one.

Boo: Go talk to her. Callum: About what? Boo: Anything. Callum: You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?' Boo: I do that. Callum: I love it when you get it wrong.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

What did you do?" she hissed. "Me?" "Don't be a dick," she said. "That ship has sailed. Hang on. We can't fight yet. Where's my hug?