While I’m happy that, thanks in part to comprehending what Schulz told me when I met him and discovering that what was written about him and his work in his biography clarified his advice to me, I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t grasp it years earlier. When he was still alive. When I might have had a cartooning relationship with him.

It’s best to reflect on the past, to remember what had had happened and to cherish the good moments but to never dwell on it, to never agonize with what might have been. Because that way never leads to anything good.