Brings in millions of dollars a year.

I mean, picture this: You're in the middle of reading a very important article in The New Yorker, and then you're laughing because you got distracted by a cartoon, and you have to go to the bathroom because of all the laughing ... come on people, please keep the humor at a minimum.

It was one that came from real life. I was having trouble getting through to a fellow cartoonist. He kept blowing me off, and I said those words on the phone.

We've been recession proof, which is nice. There has never been in a slump at the Cartoon Bank.

Now we have to devote the rest of our lives to cross country to validate the clothes.

The New Yorker is synonymous with the magazine cartoon, ... and this extends the brand because we've jumped out of the magazine and on to the Internet. We've also made it possible for someone to download a cartoon into a PowerPoint presentation or read a customized book (of cartoons) about dentists.

[The Web site also gives the creator a way to fight back against the sense that you are only as good as your last cartoon.] I've done 600 cartoons for the New Yorker , ... Now I feel like I'm as good as my last cartoon, and my first cartoon, and every one in between.

It turned out to be more than just me falling down over and over again.

Once you cartoon for a few years, you can't possibly do anything else. Everything else just feels like work.