Careless talk costs lives.
I can’t think of anyone else I’d travel around the universe with than Amy Pond.
My palette contains a warm and cool of each primary, plus four modifiers: Yellow Ochre, Burnt Sienna, Blue-Violet and Phthalo Yellow-Green just mix as I go for each painting.
When you think about it, we’re all different people all through our lives, and that’s okay, that’s good, you’ve got to keep moving so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
Amy Pond is, er. . . I've sort of fallen in love with Amy Pond.
One of the exciting things about producing a comic is seeing the artist stamp his own interpretation on it.
I always steal a pair of socks on every photo shoot I do. It's my thing.
I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?
I miss my boats, and I miss having the ability to be out on the water during the daytime and then go skiing at night.
The Jacksonian era is generally talked about in terms of individualism, and the development of free market capitalism, and Victorian prudery. It was shocking to find a parallel history to that - a bunch of Americans with very different priorities. I stumbled on to these people, and then became completely fixated on them. The question that drove me was: how did these reasonable people adopt these extremely unreasonable ideas?
Surely there are enough Celtic songs without introducing religion or politics or anything else.