I love when I'm trying to do something I don't know how to do, and it kind of figures itself out along the way. And that means messing up a lot. That means throwing away a lot of drawings.

In some ways I'm very structured.

I felt ten years old and a thousand years old, but I didn't know how to be my own age. I had never felt that way before, but now I feel like that a lot.

I generally have an idea where I want to go, but I don't know how I'm going to get there.

A long time ago, I had an idea to make a book for preschoolers who had older siblings who were going to school.

I had a general outline of subjects. The way I start my days is my husband brings me a thermos of coffee up to the bedroom.

I knew what infinity was. Being a previous art student, I knew about some art concepts.

Some of it just involved thinking about, for example, the different kinds of science, what chemistry is.

I [drinking coffee] for about an hour, I get dressed and go down in my studio, and that's a different kind of working.

In the bedroom time I have generated thoughts, and then in the studio I take those thoughts and try to shape them into something.

The morning time is also a time when I look at what I did yesterday. That's often a jumping-off point for today.

Freedom of action is disguised as a freedom of discipline.

There was a certain wisdom in doing little, when one was obliged to act in ignorance.

Bad people? What kind of bad people? Members of the Church of Satan? Insurance salesmen? People who don’t speak English?

Any gun in the hands of a bad man is a bad thing. Any gun in the hands of a decent person is no threat to anybody — except bad people.

You only become funny when you have a complete reverence for life.

I don't like to beat people down. They need to be lifted up.

Faith is almost the bottom line of creativity; it requires a leap of faith any time we undertake a creative endeavor, whether this is going to the easel, or the page, or onto the stage.

You have your words, and I have mine.

Truth is hidden by the golden veil of the mundane. Pierce through this thin glittering sheath and know that you are the Sun

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.