83 Quotes by Roz Chast

It’s almost selfishness, taking care of your mental health. You can’t just not do it.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.

You could pray all you want that you have a massive stroke while you’re working and die, but possibly that won’t happen, and you’ll be in this bed, and somebody’s going to have to clean you up.

I had the impression in art school that cartooning was thought of as a lesser art than painting because cartoons are reproduced, so the “work” is not the single thing like a painting, but instead is the reproduced image.

Childhood – that was not my favorite time in my life.

The fact that cartoons are reproduced doesn’t mean anything to me as far as whether they are “real art” or not.

I wish that, at the end of life, when things were truly “done,” there was something to look forward to. Something more pleasure-oriented. Perhaps opium, or heroin. So you become addicted. So what? All-you-can-eat ice cream parlors for the extremely aged. Big art pictures books and music. EXTREME palliative care, for when you’ve had it with everything else: the x-rays, the MRIs, the boring food, and the pills that don’t do anything at all. Would that be so bad?

I think maybe to survive, I mean to just get through the day – I’m not saying that everything is hilariously funny.

Manhattan is a narrow island surrounded by various miscellaneous items.