I'm not a big fan of spiders, rats, especially if they're like - I got up one morning on a holiday recently, and there was a centipede in the bed that big. I wasn't very happy about that.

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.

Strike the rock and the water will flow

A viewer as opposed to a filmmaker might see a film differently. But I'm extremely comfortable with my style.

You go home happy, you go to work happy, you make a better project because everybody loves it and loves each other.

Great ideas need landing gear as well as wings.

Many people have a very hard time truly believing that doing the right thing by others, striving to serve them to the greatest extent, can actually be a competitive advantage.

There is a constant ebb and flow in art historical reputations. The reputation of even the greatest figures like Picasso are in flux.

Straight-away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind's eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration.

Clearly I am a very strong, top-of-the-line, always-rising-to-it personage.

Oh, hey, Claire,” she said, and blinked. “Where are you going?” “Funeral,” Shane said. On-screen, a zombie shrieked and died gruesomely. “Yeah? Cool! Whose?” “Hers.” Shane said.

Animation should be an art…what you fellows have done with it, making it into a trade…not an art, but a trade…bad luck.