Quote by Robert Crumb

I felt so painfully isolated that I vowed I would get revenge on the world by becoming a famous cartoonist.


I felt so painfully isolated that I vowed I would get reveng

Summary

This quote expresses the deep emotional pain and isolation the speaker felt, pushing them to seek revenge on the world by becoming a famous cartoonist. It suggests that the speaker's traumatic experiences impacted their desire to gain recognition and validation through their artistic talent. By channeling their feelings of isolation into their creativity, they aim to bring attention to their individuality and gain a sense of empowerment, possibly finding solace and connection in the process.

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By Robert Crumb
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