There's something about taking a classic movie that people love and doing another version of that, you're setting yourself up for a mistake.

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.

Those who do not think that employment is systemic slavery are either blind or employed.

There is no dream, and if there is, there is only one to see you my children struggling for the same and for which I am expected to be finished.

I think creativity becomes really beautiful and magical when you allow it to do what it's needing you to do.

It is in the nature of the New Yorker to be as topical as possible, on a level that is often small in scale and playful in intention.

Within a few decades...the United States might get 30% of its electricity from sunshine.

How many languages can a child learn? As many as you will take the time to teach them.

Correct becomes defect. Good becomes ominous. People's delusions have certainly lasted long.

The idea of Jewish unity, of a plan, an organization, unfortunately exists only in the brains of Hitler and Streicher.

I also know that we must cultivate our garden. For when man was put in the Garden of Eden, he was put there ut operaretur eum, to work; which proves that man was not born for rest.

History offers some consolation by reminding us that sin has flourished in every age.