By: Jerrold Freitag

Existential fidgeting as wallpaper.

By: Jerrold Freitag

He doesn’t do anything just because he can.

By: Jerrold Freitag

He was mindful of how horrible we can make one another.

By: Jerrold Freitag

The ghost in Cash’s machine was Sturm und Drang Romanticism.

By: Jerrold Freitag

No disparity between what’s funny and what hurts.

By: Jerrold Freitag

His smiles, tears, and wall-punching are the best.

By: Jerrold Freitag

“I became a humorist out of rage, not kindness.”

By: Jerrold Freitag

Everything was a reagent for her compositions.

By: Jerrold Freitag

All of religion is crazy — not just the crazy parts.

By: Jerrold Freitag

Schiele’s shameful bent hand, Miró’s weird blue

By: Jerrold Freitag

He took down Rick Santorum and started the It Gets Better project.

By: Jerrold Freitag

He made us wonder whether we’ll ever figure anything out.

By: Jerrold Freitag

She strolled in the no man’s land between seeing too much and innocence.

By: Jerrold Freitag

He presaged barbarity by pointing out abuses to the German language.

By: Jerrold Freitag

How to act right and focus in the face of meaning­lessness.