The first step to stringing the boss up from a lamppost is saying the boss is a moron.

Silk Road to Ruin has all the analysis and it's structured very well. I rely on my notes more and I use direct quotes. But there's nothing like writing about it right away.

Most people don't know how to tell stories.

Trying to rebuild Afghanistan on the cheap has left the country in the hands of warlords and an impotent Northern Alliance puppet regime that runs Kabul and nothing else.

When I put together a graphic novel, I don't think about literary prose. I think about storytelling.

If I had to rank my skills, I have a long way to go before I can write a good graphic novel.

I don't think anyone has written a great graphic novel.

When you have birds you stare at them a lot and their eyes are recessed on their head. When they look at something they tilt their head in a quizzical expression.

When you do a cartoon based on news headlines, you do it based on incomplete information.

Close friends love you for who you are; not what they want you to be.

Conservative humor is frankly harder than liberal humor. You get points for just being liberal. You can get more points if you make fun of your own side sometimes.

Life is magic. Life is a miracle. Life is an awful beautiful ride.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

I'm not a representative of the military establishment. I came in with the Reagan Administration in 1981 as a presidential appointee.

Your past doesn't define you. Only your present and your future. If your life is screwed up, stop making excuses. What are you going to do about it today?

Based on our natural heritage as the Divine Light of God, every one of us possesses intuition... defined as the language of the soul.

I have more money now than I know what to do with.

Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.

I'm not on the court anymore, so no use looking for my philosophy. If somebody's waiting for that, they can wait for another justice.

Mortals are equal; their mask differs.

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.