We are a long time in learning that all our strength and salvation is in God.
Earth is the crossroads of every possible alien. We're the McDonald's next to the highway of the galaxy.
I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.
When I'm drawing a picture, I feel. . . quiet inside.
Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.
Especially when you're faced with hard times, you need to remember that life is either tragedy or comedy. For me, that's what the magic is. Life has remarkable, surprising moments that get you through the hard times.
Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.
I want to be known by people who are knowledgeable about opera, who appreciate bel canto singing, people who have more sensitivity.
All too often modern man becomes the plaything of his circumstances because he no longer has any leisure time; he doesn't know how to provide himself with the leisure he needs to stop to take a good look at himself.
To be a bodyguard is to be a kamikaze pilot. Dedicated.
And of course death can't be conquered. . . but oh, the battle can be glorious.