When you start to talk about comic books, a lot of the time, people forget about the comic part of it. They need to be funny.
And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible.
Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
If Gone With the Wind has a theme it is that of survival. What makes some people come through catastrophes and others, apparently just as able, strong, and brave, go under? It happens in every upheaval. Some people survive; others don't. What qualities are in those who fight their way through triumphantly that are lacking in those that go under? I only know that survivors used to call that quality 'gumption. ' So I wrote about people who had gumption and people who didn't.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Well, actually, I don't consider myself a jazz legend or anything.
I wish my artwork could persuade millions of people to join a global conversation about sustainability.
A terrible premonition washed over me. This was how the whole world would end. . . . They would devour the forest and excrete piles of buildings made of stone wrenched from the earth or from dead trees. They would hammer paths of bare stone between their dwellings, and dirty the rivers and subdue the land until it could recall only the will of man. They could not stop themselves from doing what they did. They did not see what they did, and even if they saw, they did not know how to stop. They no longer knew what was enough.
For me, beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel with our whole body. It is not the result of judgement. We do not arrive at it by way of rules. We either feel beauty or we don't.