I just wanted to tell you that with all your faults I love you. I love or revere very few people. As for the rest, I’m ashamed of my indifference to them. But for those I love, nothing and no one, neither I nor certainly they themselves, can ever make me stop loving them. It took me a long time to learn that; now I know it.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
We philosophers and ‘free spirits’ feel ourselves irradiated as by a new dawn by the report that ‘the old God is dead;’ our hearts overflow with gratitude, astonishment, presentiment, and expectation. At last the horizon seems open once more, granting even that it is not bright; our ships can at last put out to sea in the face of every danger; every hazard is again permitted to the discerner; the sea, our sea, again lies open before us; perhaps never before did such an ‘open sea’ exist.
I do not need to be a famous comic book artist. I need to be a comic book artist. It took just getting to a really low place to be able to say, I need to be a comic book artist.
I can put out a couple comics a year and if that’s what I can do, that’s what I’ll do.
I love comics. I hate when people refer to it as a fallback gig. If you are here, you are here because you want to do comics.
Michael Avon Oeming, quoted in Words For Pictures
by Brian Michael Bendis (via comicquotations