Everything is a work-in-progress.

With thought, patience, and discrimination, book passion becomes the signature of a person's character.

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print, and dead men's sentiments!

I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.

Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.

I'd die for your sins, but I'd probably enjoy them first

I never eat in a restaurant that's over a hundred feet off the ground and won't stand still.

I know my sound, and I have to be true to who I am as an artist, even though I want be real cool, and make really cool music.

Retribution is just outstanding.

These are very serious times, and serious people need to be doing some serious thinking.

I hope to actually get back to painting someday... soon. I sort of transitioned into cartooning from painting.

I'm fascinated to see the future of social media and also how the generation who grew up with it will evolve into adulthood.