It's great when you know somebody and they keep surprising you.

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.

I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.

No matter what they take from me, they can't deny who I am.

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism

I was brought up among the sort of self-important women who had a husband as one has an alibi.

Forgiveness allows us to live in the sunlight of the present, not the darkness of the past. Forgiveness alone, of all our human actions, opens up the world to the miracle of infinite possibility.

He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.

Faith is only a word, embroidered.

No matter how many lawyers and lawsuits Obama throws at Arizona, we will have the American people and the Constitution on our side.

The biggest difference as far as Muslims in Europe and America are concerned is that the number of Muslims in America is small compared to the number in Europe.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.