I think that some of the random pairings of Nietzsche and Keane are much funnier, and often deeper than either author was on their own. There was one I had yesterday where Bill was explaining to little Billy how much easier it is once people realize how bad they are at things, while an unhappy Billy sits in the passenger seat, seemingly fresh from defeat in a baseball game…
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you
The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
Find new, random combinations of the images of Bill Keane and the words of Friedrich Nietzsche at the Nietzsche Family Circus
There’s also my archived copy of the since-removed reviews of The Family Circus on Amazon.com