People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.

Getting a job scared her but she was determined not to shy away from risk. That's what life's all about. Climbing out onto the airplane wing and jumping off.

The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.

Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.

Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.

As my early drawings warned me, where humans go, lions and tidal waves follow.