[My stories were] an excuse for making pictures.

I make money using my brains and lose money listening to my heart. But in the long run my books balance pretty well.

There are hurts so deep that one cannot reach them or heal them with words.

[My stories were] an excuse for making pictures.

Kill the snake of doubt in your soul, crush the worms of fear in your heart and mountains will move out of your way.

Nothing fine and noble will ever perish from the earth as long as there are hearts to remember.

... nothing ever dies that's worth remembering.