The hot desert to be their home, evil is their air.

Soul - is a bottomless moneybox disappointment.

The land is in the bones. The earth will be packed with sinful souls. And there will still walk a body that will not be willing to change for the better.

Envy loves to tease a man constantly playing yo-yo, which is a cherished dream man.

More people die from the hunger of love than from the lack of food.

Governments will rise, and governments will fall, and man will do evil to man, and all we can do is turn our hearts to good.

Some men you stick to right off. But it's those that take time to stick that stick longest.

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.

A book is never finished; it's abandoned.

Once we got going on the Fantagraphics version of Love and Rockets, our encouragement was constant. People wanted us to do more, do more. Thirty years later, here we are.

Without electricity, there can be no art.

Never lose faith in yourself, and never lose hope; remember, even when this world throws its worst and then turns its back, there is still always hope.

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.