The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
“Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.”
“Since September 11, security has been increased everywhere, and we have new IDs to get on to the Fox lot. I drove to the security gate, but realized I'd left my ID in my other car. I just broke into that voice - 'Hey, man, I'm Bart Simpson. Who else sounds like this?' The guard waved me through.”