And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him and it was still hot

I wish you all good things. Live your life, live your life, live your life.

Make it dangerous or it's not worth doing.

I don't believe in an afterlife but I still fully expect to see my brother again.

I was sickly as a child and gravitated to books and drawing. During my early teen years, I spent hundreds of hours at my window, sketching neighborhood children at play. I sketched and listened, and those notebooks became the fertile field of my work later on. There is not a book I have written or a picture I have drawn that does not, in some way, owe them its existence.

All I liked to do when I was a kid was draw.

I've always loved pigs: the shape of them, the look of them, and the fact that they are so intelligent.