How can one be well. . . when one suffers morally?
I brought a mirror to Lovers' Lane. I told everybody I'm Narcissus.
Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring. . . 'How to Build a Boat. '
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier. . . I put them in the same room and let them fight it out.
I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
If women are doing a Ph. D. , they have a conflict between raising a family or finishing the degree, which is just at the worst time - between the ages of 25 to 30 or whatever it is. It ruins the five years of their lives.
Women? Women are like. . . thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.
For me, each book is kind of like a silent film. If you were to remove the words and just look at the pictures, you should be able to tell what the story is about without having to read a word of text. That's what I think I brought from doing artwork for film to doing artwork for books.
Compassion asks us to go where it hurts, to enter into the places of pain, to share in brokenness, fear, confusion, and anguish. Compassion challenges us to cry out with those in misery, to mourn with those who are lonely, to weep with those in tears. Compassion requires us to be weak with the weak, vulnerable with the vulnerable, and powerless with the powerless. Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.