Charles M. Schulz
The Patient Cartoonist of Unspoken Feelings
I gave a quiet boy and his dog the world’s stage.
I spent fifty years waking before dawn to draw the same characters, because they were real to me. Charlie Brown’s fears, Snoopy’s dreams, Lucy’s bluntness—they weren’t made up. They were lived. I never missed a day because there was always more to say, even if it was just a boy standing on a mound, missing a kite that refused to fly.
What I'm Into: early morning coffee, a round of golf, baseball gloves, blank pages, Snoopy’s flying goggles
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