I don't know what it was, maybe the movie theaters in my immediate surrounding neighbourhood in Burbank, but I never saw what would be considered A movies.

One person's craziness is another person's reality.

Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?

Anybody with artistic ambitions is always trying to reconnect with the way they saw things as a child.

Don't worry about how you 'should' draw it. Just draw it the way you see it.

Live people ignore the strange and unusual. I myself, am strange and unusual.

Maybe it's just in America, but it seems that if you're passionate about something, it freaks people out. You're considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.

If youve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.

If I had a choice about going to a meeting at a studio or changing a nappy, I'd choose the nappy.

Drawing is exercise for a restless imagination.

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

Youth is an unpleasant period

Occasionally I find a travel book that is both illuminating and entertaining, where vivid writing and research replace self-indulgence and sloppy prose.

It's hard to kill a creature once it lets you see its consciousness.

Every child should have a chance to feel special.

And the fact that I see so many films really seems to amaze certain people.

People who aren't artists often feel that artists are inspired. But if you work at your art you don't have time to be inspired.

Giving in a regular, disciplined, generous way-up to and beyond the tithe-is simply good sense in view of the promises of God.

When it comes to software, I much prefer free software, because I have very seldom seen a program that has worked well enough for my needs, and having sources available can be a life-saver.

No doubt unity is something to be desired, to be striven for, but it cannot be willed into being by mere declarations.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.