But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

Boredom: the desire for desires.

In war, the first casualty is truth.

The only people to whose opinions I listen now with any respect are people much younger than myself. They seem in front of me. Life has revealed to them her latest wonder.

You can write a little and can draw a little, but there's necessarily a limitation on both in a comic strip, since it appears in such a tiny space.

You are putting on paper, in print, what you sense and feel in your mind.

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

I grew up with classical music blasting in my parents' living room and my older brother's practicing saxophone in his room listening to jazz... a beautiful chaos.

I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.

Friends, do not be afraid of silence or stillness. Listen to God. Adore Him in the Eucharist.

I don't have a problem with being black in a white country or being with my people.