A book sometimes seems to impose a through-line to life that real life doesn't actually have.

I prefer to imagine that my wife, a few friends, and occasionally my mom are the only ones who read what I do, though I realize that this is somewhat unrealistic.

I don't think of myself as an illustrator. I think of myself as a cartoonist. I write the story with pictures - I don't illustrate the story with the pictures.

The thing I don't understand is why so often one hears discussion of the fruits of human labor as if it's all the creation of some alien race.

The modern world seems to make fun of people in a lot of ways.

Even the disappointing diffusion of a sheer curtain can suggest the most colorful bouquet of unspeakable secrets.

One of the most valuable things one of my art teachers said to me was, ‘Don’t get upset by criticism. Value the fact that at least someone noticed what you did.

I believe that the development of language - of naming, categorization, conceptualization - destroys our ability to see as we age.

Comics, at least in periodical form, exist almost entirely free of any pretense; the critical world of art hardly touches them, and they're 100% personal.

Mostly, I was only interested in television as a kid, and the majority of reading material I collected was an adjunct to that central concern, comic books and magazines included.

No one blames themselves if they don't understand a cartoon, as they might with a painting or "real" art; they simply think it's a bad cartoon.

... where I walked, the frost shaped itself to my will, dancing in the air like music over water.

Because Wikipedia is a process, not a product, it replaces guarantees offered by institutions with probabilities supported by process.

They (the press) have a hatred of Manchester United.

The distance between Evil and Good is a vast expanse in which many can exist without being either.

The theatre, for all its artifices, depicts life in a sense more truly than history, because the medium has a kindred movement to that of real life, though an artificial setting and form.

A sparing tongue is the greatest treasure among men.

It is strange that there should be so little reading in the world, and so much writing. People in general do not willingly read, if they can have any thing else to amuse them.

People ask if I had hope of becoming a champion. I had hope. Hope was the only thing I had. Hope pushed me.

When Cartier-Bresson goes to China, he shows that there are people in China, and that they are Chinese.

Ignore the received wisdom of any industry you’re entering. Never be trapped by dogma. Never let other people’s opinions drown out your own inner voice.