[Editorial cartooning] is essentially a destructive art. We are not pontificators, or molders of thought — or at least we shouldn't try to be. Ours is more the role of the lowly gadfly: circle and stab, circle and stab. Roughly put, our credo should be, if it's big, hit it.

This will destroy that. The book will kill the edifice.

DEATH TO THE CARTOON HETEROSEXUAL PARADIGM.

People have been murdered over cartoons. End of moral analysis.

God will break your heart.

I’ll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I’ll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I’ll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

You have created a monster and it will destroy you.

Destroying art is practice for destroying people.

Real love will take you far beyond yourself; and therefore real love will devastate you.

It is the destiny of things real to destroy those that are artifice.

To make yourself, it is also necessary to destroy yourself.

But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

You're a fucking bitch. I'm going to destroy you.

You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.