But we discovered that, although I liked publishing, the commercial side meant nothing at all to me.

I want a nice picture book with 12 pictures - I do my best with that format.

When I make a book, I make it for the child and not for the parent - no jokes in it for the parents!

Each book first begins with a little idea.

Now, I had been drawing all this time - especially in France of course - so, when I came back, my father gave me the chance to do a cover for one of the books he published.

I did about 2000 covers altogether, for all sorts of books - from Shakespeare to James Bond - and I always had the idea that I must give 100%, no matter who the author was.

I have been drawing all my life.

I come from a family of business people, but I had the idea I wanted to become an artist.

I thought it would be very nice to become Picasso or Rembrandt, or a van Gogh.

I thought it was amazing to work with authors, to get a manuscript and try to make up a cover for it.

My father realised that for me to become a publisher in his firm would have been the end of the firm!

The viral marketing seeds have already been sown and you can come along with me on this journey...

Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

China is constantly reinventing itself and so is the United States.

I'm always rather nervous about how you talk about women who are active in politics, whether they want to be talked about as women or as politicians.

I adore war. It is like a big picnic but without the objectivelessness of a picnic. I have never been more well or more happy.

Theology must work itself out in the most practical relationships.

Maybe the best comics are written by people who really are at ease in the comic world.

The snow, the wind, the sun and the sounds of nature, can all be reminders to you that you're an integral part of the natural world.

A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color

I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.