To me [Christianity] was all nonsense based on that profane compilation of fables called the Bible.

If one man has a dollar he didn't work for, some other man worked for a dollar he didn't get.

The mine owners did not find the gold, they did not mine the gold, they did not mill the gold, but by some weird alchemy all the gold belonged to them!

If the workers are organized, all they have to do is to put their hands in their pockets and they have got the capitalist class whipped.

Eight hours of work, eight hours of play, eight hours of sleep - eight hours a day!

The bandage will remain on the eyes of Justice as long as the Capitalist has the cut, shuffle, and deal.

A strike is an incipient revolution. Many large revolutions have grown out of a small strike.

The mine owners do not find the gold.

Let the night take you. Let the stars evaporate into your dreams. Let sleep be the only comfort for you to believe.

If literature has engaged me as a project, first as a reader, then as a writer, it is as an extension of my sympathies to other selves, other domains, other dreams, other territories.

Well, I'm always working on my comic strip and trying to, you know, keep cranking that out.

Never go for the money. You have to match the job and your values so you can bring your whole self.

Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.

I work with deadlines. It is terrible to be an artist where you are just producing work and nobody gives a damn. Nobody wants to show it.

Art feeds off art...and artists feed off artists.

Fact creates norms, and truth illumination.

Forgiveness from others is charity; from God, grace; from oneself, wisdom.